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The Million Dollar Hotel

"The Million Dollar Hotel er ingen film, det er en tilstand! Alt er meget vakkert og gradiost, innpakket i et svakt krimdrama"

The Million Dollar Hotel midt i Los Angeles er hjemsted for byens tvilsomme klientell og narkomane. Her bor den entusiastiske og uskyldige Tom Tom som forelsker seg i gatepiken Eloise. Men ingenting blir som før da en junkie ved navn Izzy faller ned fra hotellets tak og dør. Det viser seg at Izzy var sønn av en steinrik mediemogul. Den beinharde FBI-agenten Skinner settes på saken. Nå er det Skinners jobb å finne sannheten: Falt han eller ble han dyttet? Samtlige beboere er under mistankle...

Million Dollar Hotel er en faskinerende og dramatisk historie om vennskap, tillit, forædderi og kjærlihet i sentrum av Los Angeles. Bak denne fabelaktige filmen står filmkunstneren Wim Wenders etter en idé av Bono fra U2. I rollen som agent Skinner, kan det sies at grensene mellom gal og nor,mal stadig flytter seg, ser vi superstjernen Mel Gibson (The Patriot, Braveheart, Payback), Jeremy Davies (Saving Private Ryan) spiller Tom Tom, mens Milla Jovovich (Joan of Arc) ses i rollen som Eloise. En fryd for øyet!

En fin film!

(Beskrivelse hentet fra dvdhuset.no)

The Wackness

Heite tider! Sommer i New York City, i det hiphop-herrenes år 1994. Luke Shapiro (Josh Peck) driver gatelangs og selger gress fra en sliten iskremtralle med old school MC-kassetter på ørene.

Når han ikke er i terapi hos psykiateren Sqiures (Ben Kingsley), som tar seg betalt i grønnevarer. Det klareste rådet Luke får av den desillusjonerte, aldrende hodekrymperen er å få seg et ligg. Men når den unge dealeren forelsker seg i hans egen stedatter, blir legen langt mindre klar for at pasienten skal gjøre som han sa.

(Hentet ifra Planb.no + Collider.com )

You kill one person its a tragedy, you kill ten thousand people it`s a statistic.

-Joseph Stalin [Iosif Vissarionovich Djugashvili] (1879-1953)

If a man hasnt discovered something that he will die for, he isnt fit to live.

Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-1968)

We enact many laws that manufacture criminals, and then a few that punish them.

Benjamin R. Tucker (1854-1939)

Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive.
-Elbert Hubbar

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

-Oscar Wilde

You may wonder, 'How can I leave it all behind if I am just coming back to it? How can I make a new beginning if I simply return to the old?' The answer lies in the return. You will not come back to the 'same old thing.' What you return to has changed because you have changed. Your perceptions will be altered. You will not incorporate into the same body, status, or world you left behind. The river has been flowing while you were gone. Now it does not look like the same river.

-Steven Foster

I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the street, and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it.

We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be!

We all know things are bad -- worse than bad -- they're crazy.

It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials, and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone."

Well, I'm not going to leave you alone.

I want you to get mad!

I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot. I don't want you to write to your Congressman, because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street.

All I know is that first, you've got to get mad.

You've gotta say, "I'm a human being, goddammit! My life has value!"

So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell,

"I'm as mad as hell,

and I'm not going to take this anymore!!"

- Howard Beale

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dib2-HBsF08&eurl=http://www.americanrhetoric.com/MovieSpeeches/moviespeechnetwork2.html&feature=player_embedded

TELEVISION

Edward George Ruddy died today! Edward George Ruddy was the Chairman of the Board of the Union Broadcasting Systems and he died at eleven o'clock this morning of a heart condition! And woe is us! We're in a lot of trouble!!

So, a rich little man with white hair died. What does that got to do with the price of rice, right? And why is that woe to us?

Because you people and 62 million other Americans are listening to me right now.

Because less than 3 percent of you people read books.

Because less than 15 percent of you read newspapers.

Because the only truth you know is what you get over this tube.

Right now, there is a whole, an entire generation that never knew anything that didn't come

out of this tube.

This tube is the gospel, the ultimate revelation.

This tube can make or break presidents, popes, prime ministers.

This tube is the most awesome goddamn force in the whole godless world.

And woe is us if it ever falls into the hands of the wrong people.

And that's why woe is us that Edward George Ruddy died.

Because this company is now in the hands of CCA -- the Communication Corporation of America. There's a new Chairman of the Board, a man called Frank Hackett, sitting in Mr. Ruddy's office on the 20th floor. And when the 12th largest company in the world controls the most awesome goddamn propaganda force in the whole godless world, who knows what shit will be peddled for truth on this network.

So, you listen to me. Listen to me!

Television is not the truth. Television's a goddamn amusement park. Television is a circus, a carnival, a traveling troupe of acrobats, storytellers, dancers, singers, jugglers, sideshow freaks, lion tamers, and football players.

We're in the boredom-killing business.

So if you want the Truth, go to God.

Go to your gurus.

Go to yourselves!

Because that's the only place you're ever gonna find any real truth.

But, man, you're never gonna get any truth from us. We'll tell you anything you wanna hear. We lie like hell. We'll tell you that Kojak always gets the killer and that nobody ever gets cancer at Archie Bunker's house. And no matter how much trouble the hero is in, don't worry. Just look at your watch. At the end of the hour, he's gonna win. We'll tell you any shit you want to hear. We deal in illusions, man. None of it is true! But you people sit there, day after day, night after night -- all ages, colors, creeds. We're all you know! You're beginning to believe the illusions we're spinning here! You're beginning to think that the tube is reality and that your own lives are unreal. You do whatever the tube tells you -- You dress like the tube. You eat like the tube. You raise your children like the tube. You even think like the tube. This is mass madness, you maniacs! In God's name, you people are the real thing. We are the illusion! So turn off your television sets. Turn them off now! Turn them off right now! Turn them off and leave them off. Turn them off right in the middle of this sentence I'm speaking to you now. Turn them off!! Vil anbefalle og se på denne linken under her,klarer ikke og legge ut video direkte på bloggen. Det skal fikses! Uansett,vær så snill og sjekk ut den linken under,håper det glir inn noe positivt hos alle dere sofa slitere no i sommeren.... Og ellers! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTN3s2iVKKI&feature=related

Christopher McCandless: The freedom and simple beauty is too good to pass up...Christopher McCandless: The freedom and simple beauty is too good to pass up...

Skal no begynne legge ut tips til filmer jeg har sett som jeg mener er gode og er verdt en titt!

Into the Wild

Fra Wikipedia, den frie encyklopedi

For filmen med samme navn, se Into the Wild (film).

Into the Wild er en bok av den amerikanske forfatteren Jon Krakauer. Boken, som ble utgitt første gang i 1996, er dokumentarisk, og forteller unggutten Christopher McCandless' historie. Krakauer skrev opprinnelig en artikkel om McCandless i friluftlivsmagasinet Outside, som ble publisert i januar 1993. På grunn av responsen på artikkelen valgte Krakauer å skrive en bok.

Etter at Chris McCandless tok eksamen ved Emory University sluttet han å kommunisere med familien, ga bort pengene sine til Oxfam og reiste rundt i Amerika som haiker. Turen hans endte i Alaska, hvor han levde i omtrent 112 dager, før han til slutt døde av sult. I boken møter Krakauer flere av folkene McCandless møtte på turen sin før Alaska. Han forteller også om sine egne opplevelser i villmarken.

Bokas tittel er hentet fra et postkort McCandless skrev til Wayne Westerberg før han dro ut i Alaskas villmark:

	Greetings from Fairbanks! This is the last you shall hear from me Wayne. Arrived here 2 days ago. It was very difficult to catch rides in the Yukon Territory. But I finally got here. Please return all mail I reveice to the sender. It might be a very long time before I return South. If this adventure proves fatal and you don't ever hear from me again I want you to know you're a great man. I now walk into the wild. Alex.

I 2007 kom filmen Into the Wild, basert på Krakauers bok. Filmen er regissert av Sean Penn, og har Emile Hirsh i hovedrollen som McCandless.

Boken er oversatt til norsk og heter Gåtefull død.

http://www.filmbyen.no/reviews/972/

http://media.filmweb.no/trailere/uip/UIP20070219/unvjptp2.mov

He was Dead
he never Lived
died
died
he died seekin' a Cause
seekin' the Cause
because
he said
he never saw the cause
but he heard
the cause
heard the cryin' of hungry ghetto children
heard the warnin' from Malcolm
heard the tractors pave new routes to new prisons
died seekin' the Cause
seekin' a Cause
he was dead on arrival
he never really Lived
uptown . . . downtown . . . crosstown
body was round all over town
seekin' the Cause
thinkin' the Cause was 75 dollars & gator shoes
thinkin' the Cause was sellin' the white lady to black
children
thinkin' the cause is to be found in gypsy rose or j. b.
or dealin' wacky weed
and singin' du-wops in the park after some chi-chiba
he died seekin' the Cause
died seekin' a Cause
and the Cause was dyin' seekin' him
and the Cause was dyin' seekin' him
and the Cause was dyin' seekin' him
he wanted a color t. v.
wanted a silk on silk suit
he wanted the Cause to come up like the mets & take the
world series
he wanted . . . he wanted . . . he wanted . . . he wanted
to want more wants
but
he never gave
he never gave

[p. 24]


He never gave his love to children
he never gave his heart to old people
&
never did he ever give his soul to his people
he never gave his soul to his people
because he was busy seekin' a cause
busy
busy perfectin' his voice to harmonize the national anthem
with spiro t agnew
busy perfectin' his jive talk so that his flunkiness
wouldn't show
busy perfectin' his viva-la-policia speech
downtown . . . uptown . . . midtown . . . crosstown
his body was found all over town
seekin' a Cause
seekin' the Cause
found
in the potter fields of an o. d.
found
in the bowery with the d. d. t.'s
his legs were left in viet-nam
his arms were found in sing-sing
his scalp was on Nixon's belt
his blood painted the streets of the ghetto
his eyes were still lookin' for jesus to come down
on some cloud & make everything ok
when jesus died in attica
his brains plastered all around the frames of the pentagon
his voice still yellin' stars & stripes 4 ever
riddled with the police bullets his taxes bought
he died seekin' a Cause
seekin' the Cause
while the Cause was dyin' seekin' him
he died yesterday
he's dyin' today
he's dead tomorrow
died seekin' a Cause
died seekin' the Cause
& the Cause was in front of him
& the Cause was in his skin
& the Cause was in his speech
& the Cause was in his blood
but
he died seekin' the Cause
he died seekin' a Cause
he died
deaf
dumb
&
blind
he died
& never found his Cause
because
you see he never never
knew that he was the
Cause.

- Miguel Piñero