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Drunken Angel (1948) // Akira Kurosawa

ryancohara:

At the 1996 summer Olympic games I had a life-altering exchange with a man from Atlanta trying to survive homelessness. I’ll never forget the date. It was July 26th, just hours before a bomb went off across town at Centennial Olympic Park. As I walked home from work that evening a man…

I want to get on this guy’s level

jonarnold:

http://ift.tt/eA8V8J animated adaptation of Mike Lacher’s classic McSweeney’s epic   [via Waxy.org Links]

THE ROUTER

O Happy Fault- The Film

"O Happy Fault" is a visual meditation- story and song woven together into one beautiful short film. Live concert footage and narratives alternate in a prayerful rhythm.

Premiering at the Belcourt Cinema in Nashville, TN on March 18th, 2014 at 1:50pm

Available on iTunes soon.

Two Sidewalks (an original flash fiction)

“Aren’t you just happy now? Love is a downhill motion. And that’s all I’ll say about that. It starts out at the top, yeah sure. But it just slides on down from there. Not that you’re asking. Every day, you just gets more tired, and alone, and… whatever. Not that you want my advice. Just don’t have your hopes up. Cuz that’s the only way they can slide on down.”

For 13 years, Marcy walked out of work at 3pm. Frank, The Cheap-O, wouldn’t let her put in a full-time week. So, 8-3 it was. 35hrs. 5 days. 12 years. No health care. This year, Obamacare. Not that that helps anyway. How could she afford it? But it was a good job because it bought her the truck. She loved that Road Monster.

For 13 years, the Schoolgirl walked down Gallitan after school, breaking right on Hart. All that time, she went to school on down the way– 3 schools actually, clustered together, Elementary on up to High School. Every day just about the same time Marcy walked out of work, Schoolgirl would turn the corner. There were two sidewalks on this corner, one low on the street, one up near the old brick office– where Cheap-O kept his thumb on Marcy, which walked on a few yards to the parking lot– where the Road Monster waited amorously for her.  For 12 years Schoolgirl turned the corner of Hart and Gallitan alone. This year, she had a friend with her. A boy. Tall, macho, latin, thin lip hair. What was his name? Who cares. Shitstache. That’ll stick. 

Marcy didn’t mind them at first. It was a sad sight to see such dumb, whatever, “love.” A few weeks on though Marcy grew tired of the pair. Always giggling as they hurried past below her. He carrying her bag. What an unspoken lie that was. They should’ve asked her what she thought. Probably needed some parentals in their life.  A little wisdom. A little guidance from someone getting on. One day, probably too late though, she looked down, drawling it all out beyond her usual Southern, drunk on her own gray-haired sagacity “Aren’t you just happy now….”

This to literally no effect at all. She sat in the Road Monster and his humming consoled her. She and the Road Monster might go downhill, sure. But they’d always come right back uphill. As high up as she wanted. He would listen to her.

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It’s winter and the wind is cold. Marcy hustles the 17 steps towards Road Monster. Looking up out of her scarf at the last moment, ready with her keys, she sees them. Not on their sidewalk down below. But rightthere, between the driver’s side door, Marcy, and the brick wall that blocks the wind. Marcy has never been so close, never seen their eyes like this. They are silent, staring at one another. Tears nearly frozen on their cheeks. In the midst of disaster. There is a long cold pause. Marcy, solidified by shock. Somehow she has snuck inside enemy lines. She is unseen.

Schoolgirl erupts. Obscenities. Spanglish torrents, Marcy can’t understand, not that she cares to. Shitstache just listens. He nods vigorously. Marcy can see it, he got bored, he lied, he cheated. It slid on down. Or Schoolgirl is just melodramatic. Girls with hopes like hers get disappointed. Shouldn’t be surprised. His mustache looks full now. Is that a split lip or a canker soar? Probably something worse than… He tries to speak. Schoolgirl slaps him. It’s a split lip. Marcy, still separated from her Road Monster. They should get out of her way. They should see her. They should listen to her. If she could speak.

This goes on. The boy, tenderly listening. Crying. Apologizing. He reaches for Schoolgirl’s hand, she pulls away. He begins to weep openly. Blue and red lights flash in his tears. A siren. A police car. Thank god. He’ll move them out of Marcy’s way.

In an instant, the cop has his handcuffs out. He goes for the boy who’s clearly been maced for grabbing at this girl and assaulting the old lady. He forces himself through Schoolgirl, and the truck. The metal tackle on his belt screeching across Road Monster’s doors.

Marcy. Frozen. 

“Oh… I… I… He…

He loves her! No. No. Not that you’ll listen… but he’s kind. Look at him. Really! look. Look at his face. He’s done nothing wrong. Love is a downhill motion. You didn’t ask, I know. Love is a downhill motion. He’s done nothing wrong. It’s just worn him out. But he listens. He’s listening to her. He can go back up again. As high as she wants. He will listen to her.”

HAIM - The Wire (Live on SNL) (by HaimVEVO)

ryancohara:

Tomorrow Jill and I have the chance to speak to about 100 couples who are preparing for marriage in the Catholic Church. Different speakers come in to talk about pertinent issues for engaged couples - handling finances, sex, kids, etc.. We get to talk about “communication.”

I’m not sure how we…

It’s a simple story, but one I think we can all understand. Discontentment leads to discord. Acceptance leads to peace. It’s the story of the making of this video, and the story in the song.

I love this. It’s a ZERO dollar film… made possible by Vince’s work ethic and his supportive cast of friends (One person said it looks like Crema in music video form, which is pretty much true minus any coffee.)

I feel like this is one of the first projects I’ve done where I’ve grasped and embraced the limitations from the get-go, then executed without betraying that understanding of what was doable, and what wasn’t.

Check the song and the faces of my friends. Identify your struggle. Accept what you’ve been given. Know that it is all a gift. Love people. Do your best. Enjoy.

Directed by Me — Army Of Me - White Flag Flies (by armyofme)

1927-1958 Alfred Hitchcock - Special Effects P.O.V. Compilation (by magicalmotionmuseum)