philosophy is a great high ruiner

There's a movie I watched last night, stoned. A philisophical film called "Waking Life". When the high toned down a bit and I stopped focusing on the weird and funny shapes the people speaking took, I began to listen. The people were still distracting, so I didn't get a whole lot out of it. What I did understand (and remember) were a few things. Firstly, our communicational skills are derived from our want to communicate our thoughts. Most of what we process in our heads is never known by others, trapped away. Thus our thrive for communication, to share these thoughts with the outside world. There was more to it, but that was all I understood. Her face shape was too amusing. Secondly, how do we decipher our awake state from our dreaming state? In which are we actually awake? Our dreams are an expansion of our imaginations. Thirdly, why can we not reach our full potential in creation and art and such? Is society simply fearful or just lazy? Our dreams are somehow that tucked away potential that we can achieve. Where we reach our fullest potential. So why can't we do it in the real world? Lastly, the biggest philisophical question of all. Where do we go when we die? This movie makes the post mortal state to become a never ending dreaming state. Where you can never return and reach your full potential. Others say that it's reincarnation in this movie, but they argue it. I just don't remember how. Here is an excerpt of the movie, about our communcational behaviour and our thoughts and language.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6Ee9mW9IG8

I've been rambling on for too long.
I'm going to go watch it again and recap what I missed.

gondry is to film what parisians are to fashion

I am in love with Jon Brion and his work on the "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" soundtrack. "The Theme is so undescribable. It's so ordinary yet magnificent. It's difficult to put into words. Electric Light Orchestra's "Mr. Blue Sky" is just as good. My mother could have just died and it would still have me on my feet singing along. Seriously. This soundtrack is absolute genious.


Don't even let me begin about the movie. Michael Gondry is an absolute God. He has inspired me so much. I am actually contemplating going into film (or using film as an art) because of him. Everything he does is so artistic, so depressing, so beautiful. This movie makes me cry and laugh and so many other things I simply can't think of. He is so easily compared to Burton and Kubrick, with the exception of murder and rape and all that jazz. Either way, I just want to give Gondry a big hug.



Another director that has caught my eye is Spike Jonze. I was watching Bjork's "It's Oh So Quiet" video and I was convinced Gondry directed it. Instead, I discovered Jonze, who also directed "Y Control" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. The video gives off the vibe of insanity, which is exactly what I think of when I hear YYY. He also directed "Get Back" by Ludacris, and surprisingly he made a rap video work out to my likings (there were no half-naked women in it). I have a crush on his directing skills. But he's no Gondry.