Three weeks ago, when I realized in horror that House MD would come back with an episode on the 8th of March, I panicked and almost freaked out! I cannot leave without my House fix, I seriously cannot. I am addicted to it, and it’s probably not Hugh Laurie’s fault (yes it is, for being a damned genius), and I could not fathom my existence without my weekly fix. And finally, I am complete again. And the episode was absolutely splendid.
Due to the anger issues of last week, I decided to drag my boyfriend to the Alice In Wonderland movie on the premiere day at my second home, the Mall’s Cinema. Not that he didn’t want to see it (he is a Tim Burton fan after all), but we had been planning to go together with our best friends (and we will go next week, obviously), but I was so depressed and angry last week, I knew I HAD to see it or I would simply become more violent as time passed. For me, anything that Tim Burton touches is sacred gold and his movies are immortal, sublime and will last forever. This is the kind of movie that a crazed fan like me needs to see on the very first day.
Due to the anger issues of last week, I decided to drag my boyfriend to the Alice In Wonderland movie on the premiere day at my second home, the Mall’s Cinema. Not that he didn’t want to see it (he is a Tim Burton fan after all), but we had been planning to go together with our best friends (and we will go next week, obviously), but I was so depressed and angry last week, I knew I HAD to see it or I would simply become more violent as time passed. For me, anything that Tim Burton touches is sacred gold and his movies are immortal, sublime and will last forever. This is the kind of movie that a crazed fan like me needs to see on the very first day.
Cinema, cinema, cinema! The seventh art, is it not? Ah, but it has become so much more than a symbolic part of an artistic universe destined to impress and entertain us. It is a world on its own, it has so many rules, so many idiologies, concepts, treacheries, wars, it is just as complex as the real world, as the one we live in. Movies are so powerful, they are able to transcend the limits between realms. And is this not what artists have desired from the very beginning of time? There are some who succeeded even in the darkened past, and they are immortal now, and we can see into their souls each time we visit their works, imprisoned or freed within museum walls, and each time we become victim to Stendhal Syndrome while watching them.