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A Tribute to Andy Warhol

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Unsupportive Parents: How to deal with them as a young artist

The sketch was made by me.

“I can’t believe you are wasting your potential on doing an activity that almost everyone can do it. I am your parent and I know what’s best for you.”


If you are reading this post, chances are you have already heard this for more than once, especially if you are a teenager, you probably still hear it.

I know for a fact that one who is motivated and driven by his vision cannot be moved by some petty words. But I also know that, if you are young, and you are trying to find a way as an artist, the thing you crave the most is supportivness, or at least, lack of negative responses on your art.

It’s tough to hear your colleagues and mates saying that what you do sucks. But you will get over it, because you know that you mates’ opinion on your work doesn’t matter if they haven’t tried to do artistic work. But when you hear your parent not just telling you that your art sucks, but also insulting art as a whole, you may get a bit upset… ok, a bit more.

The thing is that parents who shouldn’t have been parents yet will classify their children’s motivations throughout their childhood as “phases”. “Yeah, this whole thing with blogging, is just a phase… it will pass”.

Suppose you are a top student who got only good grades and now is in high school, discovering the more “forbidden” pleasures of the world. Suppose you start painting, driven by vision and motivated by other artists that make your heart melt. And suppose you start neglecting school for art. Your parents’ reaction will be what I wrote at the beginning of the article.

If you didn’t have good grades, I think it would have been worse, because they would immediately put pressure on you to learn more, instead of encouraging you to find your passions.

Let me be clear. Most of the parents will not try to help their kids to find their passions. That is something left for you to discover. What they will do, instead, if they are not supportive,  is they will implant their own set of values and priorities in your head, to drain more satisfaction from you.

If you have supportive parents, who live happy lives and who encourage you to be what you want to be, without interfering with your vision, then is no need for you to read further.

If you, however, have the kind of parents I’m talking about here, you should read further.

First of all, the conflict between school and art is huge. There are many talented teenagers who are not in artistic high schools simply because the great majority of artitic high schools suck. Your parents will try to find a more suitable high school for you just because art and artistic high school don’t provide the potential of a good career and a big salary a realistic high school provides.

First of all, they will put pressure on you with school because:

  1. That’s how they got a job and money to raise you;
  2. They didn’t have the chance to do it (or didn’t want it), and now they regret it and want you to not have the same regret as them.

And basically everything becomes a war between your personal values and your parents personal values. You want to be an artist, but your parents want for you a career in a safer work domain. Parents are not malefic creatures who want to kill your potential career, but they see your potential career as the career they were unable to have. They are projecting themselves into you because they lack self-fulfillment.

But if they stopped at the “School-problem”, it would have been a lot easier. But they don’t do that. Instead, they are doing their most of effort to put an end to your dreams as  an artist because they fear for you and don’t have confidence in yout abilities.

Recognize that there is no way in the world they know what’s best for you. Hell, in many cases, you have friends who know you better than your parents. By letting you parents to intervene between you and your vision, you are not only fucking you entire passion and potential career as what you want to be, but you are transforming yourself into them. You will also become unfulfilled and unhappy.

You have to do what you feel, regardless of their opinion. If you have vision, you should not let yourself influenced by anybody.

But don’t judge your parents so fast. Try to look for their background and to find out what has been an obstacle between them and their dreams. Maybe it was their parents too. Or is just society that is always trying to drain productivity and offer nothing in return. Treat them with empathy and don’t let yourself be influenced by anybody. Vision is what you should have as a young artist. Inner drive will come as you start improving your art.

Forget about supportiveness. You shall not need it, as you will interfere in life with people who are trying to fuck you and your career. You parents don’t usually want to do that. They are just trying to make you a fulfilled man, but they are using their own set of values to do it, not yours. That is a mistake and you have to be able to point that out. Be honest with your parents and let them see your vision. Recognize that your standards of a happy life and their standards might be different, and this is ok. You don’t have to be repsonsible for the fact that they have a different vision.

If they can’t understand this and still refuse to support you or, at least to stop mocking you, remember this: you don’t need nobody’s support. The satisfaction you encounter after getting through a great deal of shit just to be what you wanted to be will be fucking huge. Stop looking for support and start looking for a way of living happy.


Why We Need More Arts Subjects in Schools

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We live in the 21’st century. This is not a bold statement, this is the harsh reality, the reality that most of the previous generation doesn’t want to face. It’s the era of social media and online marketing, and is also the era of improved capitalism, in which all of the young entrepreneurs have a chance to create a business, to grow it and to enjoy all the benefits they can get.

And with all this shit, with all the motivation and encouragement, and with all the open-mindness that the Internet creates for us, how the fuck are there so many artists going unnoticed by the public?

Let’s take a step back. I am still in high school so I can relate to this. I want everyone to remember that more of an introvert colleague who sits on his chair everyday and draws, or writes, or does graphic design, or anything else that doesn’t include Facebook, Instagram or socializing.

I bet you think “Well, that’s him, he just does that… It’s nice… yeah, that stuff he does…”.

Well, let me tell you that that person who just does that goes home and does the same shit, or even more. And I am talking here about the young artists. They are the small minority who continue to struggle with carelessness, lack of money and support, lack of chances and who still manage to dance and paint and do anything that inspires him and should inspire others.

And for all the struggle, they don’t usually get much appreciation by anybody, which is ok because the struggle is there only to motivate you more as an artist and to test yourself (but I will cover this issue in another post).

But the problem isn’t that their struggle goes unnoticed. The problem is that they go unnoticed. The media, the educational system, the parents don’t generally care  if he draws well, or if he writes like a young Dostoevsky, or if he sits there for hours just to learn a piano tune. Nobody really cares. Why? Because the vast majority hasn’t been taught to give a shit for them. And so, they go in the world, and become employers, and continue to not give a flying fuck about all the hours an atist spent just to improve the way he holds the paintbrush.

Art is going down both as a class, and as a job, because the more utilitarian face of the human mind takes place. Let’s analyze, for example a schedule from an highschool. 7 hours of programming per week, another 5 of maths, 3 of physics.  Mereley one class of music and arts, and only for the first two years. I wouldn’t say a thing, knowing that this highschool is oriented solely on IT, but for fuck’s sake, the same situation is in primer schools.

Even from when we clean our noses with our sleeves we are taught that the left side of the brain should be more trained than the right side. This imbalance of left-side – right side is so fuckin’ huge that I can’t even tell.

In today’s educational system, it appears that there is no room left for creativity, for arts and for passion, just countless hours spent on learning stuff that probably wont’t get you a job or a happier life.

And some  of us will say “Why is this important?As far as I’m concerned I’m getting new grades and I don’t need art for getting a highly paid job”? Well, it is very important because through art we learn to appreciate the work of others and the work of nature, done in the same manner as an artist would do it, without expecting something in return. It is important because we train too much the left side of the brain while the right side is just sitting there, to fill the head, like hundreds of learnt subjects in the previous school years were.

When we learn to appreciate every form of art, we also learn to appreciate our true values and what we can really do. By loving and nurturing our passions we discover what we really love to do. It’s like when we are kids and our mommys buy us our first colouring pencils and we start drawing incoherently lines on the table just for the sake of it, without expecting something in return, like a grade, or money.

But then again, who cares? The educational system right now isn’t bound to make you appreciate art and nature. The educational system is just trying to make you a good employee, who see the world only in 1-s and 0-s and to raise the productivity bar.

I will let this for the viewer to judge if it’s good or not.

So what can we do? Well, for starters, we could replace one of the classes that took control of the schedules with one good hour of music, when a dude who plays guitar like a pro, but didn’t have the chance to become one because of other reasons, teaches the others how to hold the guitar in their hands. Just to hold it, and to appreciate it, and to appreciate the guy who fabricated it, and the guy who plays it better than you do, and Eric Clapton, who makes a very good living from it.

We desperately need more artistic subjects in school. We need to start appreciate true work, the work of an artist, who does what he does for the sake of doing it, not to get paid because only by doing this we will appreciate others and passions and we will make the world a better place.



The Hateful Eight: Cold-blooded Irony [Review]

This movie is called The Hateful Eight for a damn good reason. We should understand from the title that we are going to see a bunch of cold blooded murderers with nothing in their heads but killing and not getting killed. The black comedy, which is absolutely tremendous, mixed with one of the finest ironies (like after Warren narrates the story of the General’s son and his Johnson gets his Johnson shot) creates, once again, one of those fine Tarantino movies that blur the line between funny and gore. Tarantino out did himself, creating an artistic violence and a pure black comedy to make us more comfortable with it. The movie assembled perfectly the image of those times, when everybody hated everybody and the finest job was that of a bounty hunter.


The irony and the pure cinematographical art hit us right in the stomach when Taratino uses the 70 mm Panasonic to capture the best surroundings in a small haberdashery that gets spliced in two parts (the Nord and the South) by the little British man (played by Tim Roth), with the table as common zone. In the midst of this amalgam of different nations with an inherent hate for the others, but still rooted in the same land, the United States of America as we know it, was formed. And the movie’s conclusion, despite the gore and the hatred, is rather positive and smiling, showing us Mannix and Warren like two little boys, laughing and bleeding together, like nothing had happened and the hatred had completely gone off.

One of the most important elements is the movie was the uncertainty of the facts, because throughout the story, we find ourselves asking what is true and what is false, and we are left with some questions we will never find the answers for (Did Warren actually meet the general’s son? Was Mannix the sheriff in Red Rock?). And once again, Tarantino uses the irony to place in the midst of the action a character who reminds us more of a Sherlock Holmes than about Leon the Professional, Major Marquis Warren, played brilliantly by Samuel L. Jackson. And it amazes us after he almost solves the entire mystery (except a small detail that will cost him his Johnson).

Jennifer Leigh was fantastic, she truly deserved her Oscar, and one smart detail is the relationship between her character and Joh the Hangman, who was going to hang her. If we take a good look, they really look like a couple of married adults, with a noisy husband who cleans her wife’s mouth after he punches her in the face.

I don’t think is necessary to tell you how awesome Ennio Morricone’s score was, but I have to say that it created a new dimension for the suspense and the macabre scenes of carnage. The violence and the gore are, in this movie at least, artistical procedures that help us understand better people’s nature in that period of time.

Maybe the only minus this movie had was that some characters were lacking essence and soul (Joe Gag for example), and some scenes were ridiculous (which maybe was Tarantino’s intention). But still, these characters were there to help a prisoner escape and were ready to kill anyone who would pose as an obstacle, a fact that completely did the job: to create a representative mosaic for those ages full of terror, hatred and violence.

The gang of killers was good, nicely played by a tremendous cast. We have to ask ourselves though, why the fuck did Tarantino make Tim Roth play Christopher Waltz?, because Oswaldo Mobray was clearly a role that Waltz would have done. But what made me the best impression was Walton Goggins and his role as the Sheriff of Red Rock, Chris Mannix. The dude was flawless and surprisingly quotable. Alson, I think that Channing Tatum deserved more time on the screen.

Finally, all I can say is that Hateful Eight was the most Tarantino-ish movie out there, bringing out the most of his style, with the best gor, the deepest meaning, some of the funniest pieces of dialogue that will remain forever stuck in our heads, a brilliant cast, and not least, an out-of-this-world score composed by Morricone.

Apocalypse Now: The Best War Drama Ever-Analysis


  • Why it’s the best

It’s the best because it’s treating a complex and controversial subject in an artistic manner, on one hand, and on the other, suprinsingly realistic. Such a controvserial subject as a colonel who rises against the army which sent him to fight couldn’t have been realized if the men who worked on it were not as committed to making beautiful things as they were. The cast was brilliant and Francis Ford Coppola really put his soul into the creation of this movie, trying not only to give its spectacular visual aspect, but to make us understand the more subtle messages that were hiding in the small details of the story. These messages are  indeed deep and can even influence our view on the war.


Finally, I say that Apocalypse Now is the best war movie because it also has an incredible story, which follows not only its characters’ motivations, but also the destructive effects of the dehumanization of the war, played once again by a formidable cast, who alongside with a fantastic main director and a brilliant director of photography (Vittorio Storaro), who gave color to a subject which is as grim as deeply rooted in our souls.

And with this said, I will begin my analysis and interpretation of the movie:


ANALYSIS (Warning, it contains spoilers duuh):

  • War destroys people

The movie starts with the famous scene of the Vietnamese forest being completely blown off. We hear The Doors’s brilliant song “The End” on the background and we are drowning into the mind of Captain Willard, the first person we see, and some of his memories from the jungle.

When people hear about a war movie, they are often thinking about explosions, shootings, people killing each other, booby traps and so on and so forth. Here we see something else. We see a story about a man and about the effects war has on him.

Captain Willard is a heavy drinker and a smoker. We understand from his first lines that the only thing he wants is “to get back into the jungle”.But “he’s here”(Saigon). ”Getting softer”. He said yes to a divorce. Now he’s alone, but this doesn’t affect him. What does affect him is that “every minute Charlie squats in the bush, he gets stronger”. His hatred for the communists grows exponentially, as well as his impatience.

War has separated Willard from everything but the jungle. At once he lost the love for his wife and for his home, and only has the love for warfare and for demolition. War has made him a machine, capable only of killing.

Then, we see him completely losing his mind. We see an incoherent sort of dance (which I advise you to keep in mind because it is important), then drinking, hitting the mirror and then crying. He is lost.

When Willard received the mission to kill Kurtz, this happened in a very nice and cozy building, at a table, while eating a hot meal. It’s important to see the difference between the Willard’s apartment and the house he got into. It’s important to see how different are the lifestyles of those who fight, and those who order. And Kurtz’s tape suggests this in a very explicit way. Kurtz despises the generals for the luxury they live in, and he isolates himself in the Cambodian jungle, surrounded by an army of locals who treat him like a God after he kills two Vietnamese agents under the pretext that they were double agents.

Somehow it makes sense that Kurtz has understood the nature of the war he is fighting and doesn’t want to fight anymore. In this scene we will hear the Special Forces representative saying that Kurtz fought a war in his heart , between good and evil, and “good doesn’t always win”. Keep this in mind, because it’s once again important. For now on, the answer to the question “What is right and what is wrong?” is only for you to discover.

  • The most realistic representation of war

Colonel Kurtz understood the nature of the war. And in the next scenes, there are suggestive things that make pretty clear what war actually is.

When Willard with his crew arrives in the midst of the war, the first person Willard encounters is a cameraman who is just shooting around, but who behaves like he is directing the war (and who is actually Francs Ford Coppola). We see destroyed buildings, hurt children and the star of this first part: Colonel Bill Kilgore, the only one with a hat instead of a cap and sunglasses.

We see the Colonel throwing “death cards” on corpses while a voice in the background tells the Vietnamese that the US Army is there to protect and to help them. This is the true face of the war they were fighting, a hypocritical and destructive face, because they were sent there to kill, not to help.


And Bill Kilgore is just the right representative for this harrowing face of the war, because even his name suggests it. He is not there to help anyone, he is there to carry some orders given by the men who told Willard about his mission. Yet, he does his job perfectly as the man in charge, and besides the fact that he kills the Vietnamese like bugs, he is a father and a friend of his soldiers. We see Kilgore singing and drinking with his comrades, while maintaining a friendly and compassionate expression, trying to cheer the soldiers up and giving them some of the distractions they had at home (surfing, music), because he knows somehow that they are not supposed to be here, but they are, so if they can’t be at home, he will bring the home in Vietnam, regardless of how the Vietnamese think about it. Kilgore represents almost all the “qualities” of his soldiers: ignorance, unconditional hate, hypocrisy, selfishness and carelessness, while maintaining a love for his people, for distractions, for beauty and for the surfboard.

That is the first phase of the process in which the soldiers are losing their humanity and their minds, having no respect or empathy for the so-called “gooks”, killing and burning them with napalm. They lose the emotions for other people, but still, they at least have themselves…

  • Willard’s trip

Almost the entire movie, Willard is a static and unresponsive character. Someone could say that he completely lacks emotions and he can’t have them. War, as I said before, had this effect on him, so he is now alone and nostalgic. We see him drinking almost everywhere alone, without his comrades.

Besides the napalm, he starts smelling something else. He looks at Colonel Kurtz and starts to admire him for his balls; he sees some sort of hero, someone who could have easily been the best of the best, but who chose to be a fugitive and a “criminal”. Why was that? And why Captain Colby, who was sent to kill Kurtz before Willard, is now an ally of his? These questions become so obsessive for Willard that is the only thing that he cares about through the entire movie.


This is pretty well shown in the sequence when they arrive at a U.S. base supply depot and Willard “starts barking” when a Sergeant doesn’t want to give him fuel, so he grabs him violently. Willard doesn’t care about anything else but his meeting with Kurtz.

At this supply base, a show is taking place, where Playboy bunnies are coming down from a helicopter to dance and to entertain the soldiers. Here we see the second phase of their dehumanization, when they are almost killing each other in order to touch the bunnies. They stopped caring even for themselves and only want pleasures to help them get over the war.

Here is a good remark over the American values. The soldiers get some boost for their sex-drive just to fight more. Sex is used only for manipulation and motivation.

After they leave behind the supply base, they encounter the first personal drama of their trip. They board a Vietnamese boat to search it for weapons. And after this, Clean starts to “clean” the Vietnamese because a woman ran into Chef to protect her “fucking puppy”. Here we finally see that these soldiers are nothing more than inexperienced and non-judgmental children who woke up with a gun in their hands. And we have to say that Kurtz was right when he said that most of the US Army was made up from incompetent soldiers.

But this doesn’t stop here. After the crew sees that the woman was still alive, Chief proposes to take her to an ARVN. You know what that meant? That meant that they had to turn back and to put off the meeting with Kurtz, a thing that Willard could not accept. That’s why he shot the woman without thinking.

Here Chef starts to cry and to see the true’ horror of this war, which is not necessarily the fact that they kill each other, but the fact that evil does exist in the hearts of his so-called comrades. So if his comreds are evil, and the Vietnamese are also evil, then what is good?

But the trip doesn’t stop here. They encounter the last US Army outpost on the Nung River: the Do Luong bridge, or better said, “the asshole of the world”. Finally, we see the last stage of the dehumanization of the soldiers. We see them crawling desperately to the boat in order to get on it because they wanted to get out of the bridge. There we see the other soldiers shooting incoherently the “gooks” and completely losing the respect for the other soldiers. They are desperate and broken. The only thing they want is to get out of the jungle.

After they get past the bridge, they start to die one by one. Clean dies the first as he is the youngest and the most inexperienced. Chief dies next, killed in a savage way, with a spear. Chef is the next, being killed by Kurtz. They have seen too much and their hearts couldn’t bare more darkness.

Lance, unsurpinsingly (as we will discover), doesn’t die.


  • Willard and Kurtz 

We have to ask ourselves here why Willard was sent after Kurtz in the first place. We should know after all the encounters he had with the soldiers or the enemies that Willard doesn’t actually have any empathy for nobody and his heart is sufficiently dark to survive the monstrous trip.

So what happens when two completely dehumanized men are meeting each other? Well, let’s take it from the beginning. After they land on the Cambodian shore, they encounter the photojournalist (Dennis Hopper), who tells them that “out here, we are all his children”. This line is a strong meaning for how Colonel Kurtz is seen in that part of the jungle, as a god. Not only this, the photojournalist also behaves like he has been enlightened by Kurtz. Some time after this, Willard is taken by the people and brought to Kurtz. It’s important to see that Willard is dragged through the mud, and when Kurtz starts telling Willard about the Ohio River, he also starts mentioning that “it’s like Heaven fell on the earth in the form of gardenias”. This strongly suggests why Kurtz told his people to drag Willard through the mud, to give him a sense of home and to wake him, to bring him on the ground, and to wake him up from the nightmare he has been in till then. Kurtz here makes the connection between the gardenias that grew next to the Ohio River (Willard’s whereabouts) and the mud.

Kurtz, however, he behaves like an omniscient and omnipotent deity, who knows Willard’s name without even asking him. We see his face mostly covered in darkness, a strong suggestion for the darkness which was found in his heart. By telling Willard that he expected someone like him, Kurtz admits to himself that the darkness is spreading like “malaria” through the soldiers. But after that, he finally tells Willard the most truthful thing in the whole movie: “You are an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks to collect a bill”. This line sums up all the opinions Kurtz has on the US Army and on the war.

 “The man is clear in his mind, but his soul is mad”

This line gave me goosebumps, because here I finally knew what happened to Kurtz. When the photojournalist tells Willard that Kurtz likes him, this doesn’t mean that he respects him or considers him some capable man. On the contrary, Kurtz sees Willard as someone who can bear even more darkness than he did, and so, he thinks Willard has the potential to get out of the jungle with his soul still clear. Kurtz was destroyed by the things he had done and the realization that he was also just an errand boy. That’s why he hid himself in the jungle to look after the Cambodians, to try and to repay the spiritual debts he thought he had to some of the people he caused useless suffering, and to try and spread his knowledge to those who attained the last stage of darkness. His soul was mad because he was tormented by all the horrors he saw and did, and by the fact that he did them for no reason at all.

But Willard has the potential of knowing what Kurtz knew and still getting out of the jungle with both his mind and soul clear. When Kurtz gives Chef’s head to Willard, this was only a little test to see how far the dehumanization process went. And in that painful moment, the only thing Willard did was to call for Jesus Christ. Once again, Kurtz has the opportunity to deify himself, by showing up the next day surrounded by children.

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Once again, we have the end theme, when Kurtz reads the Hollow Men by T.S. Elliot. We should remember here that the movie started with The End by the Doors and it’s ending with a piece of poetry written by Elliot. Here, the end is not really the end, but just the announcement of a new beginning, a new beginning Kurtz dreamt of, a world in which the atrocities of the war will not be known by those who didn’t understand what horror is. And even Kurtz’s final lines are a whimper: “The horror… The horror”.


“He broke from them, then he broke from himself”

We should understand by now that Kurtz is completely dehumanized and his heart turned dark. Now that it is broken, he can see objectively everything.

“Because it’s judgement that defeats us”

Kurtz has reached his breaking point not because of the horror that broke him, but because he suddenly realize what he was doing. He finally realized that was something wrong with the way the Army treated this war and he stopped and thought. And then, he couldn’t bear anymore, so he retreated in the heart of the jungle, where he could spread his knowledge only to those who had seen enough horror and suffered because of it. And another example of those is Captain Colby, who is there, and who is dancing in exactly the same way Willard was dancing in the first scenes of the movie. So at least, this “Dark knowledge” Kurtz was trying to spread is now in Colby and in Willard.

We remember the fight in Kurtz’s heart between good and evil, and by now, we should know that not the evil that has risen against his own people won, but the evil that has been buried inside him for a long time.

  • The sacrifice

In the very end, Kurtz is not a villain anymore. He is a man who saw too much and did too much, and whose last wish is that his son will understand what he was trying to do. Besides, what he wanted the most in his last moments, was to be taken and killed like a soldier, not like an assassin, like the generals wanted him to be killed. His death scene is very ambiguous, but in my opinion, it makes a nice parallel with the cow’s sacrifice, denoting that Kurtz’s death was nothing but another sacrifice that war made in order to stop the horror, to bring and end to the darkness that was going to fill the hearts of the unprepared soldiers.

Finally, Willard steps out of the temple as the man who killed Kurtz and attained some kind of godlike state in which he possessed the heart of darkness and the knowledge which came with it. The Kurtz era has ended and the new era, an era that is supposed to be without horror is about to begin. This is being suggested by the fact that the Cambodians put their guns on the ground after Willard steps out of the temple.

  • The other characters


“Why the fuck did Lance survive that far?”, should be the first question you ask yourself. Well, as I said before, the trip was a travel through different stages of darkness and dehumanization, and only the hearts that were dark enough could have survived. Lance survived because, for him, this entire war in Vietnam was nothing more than a vacation. He was a surfer who got along pretty good with Bill Kilgore and who didn’t have any compassion for everyone to begin with. When they come to Do Luong Bridge, he was on LSD, suggesting one more time that the war was nothing more for him than a trip and a vacation. When Clean dies, the only thing he cares about is the dog because it reminded him of home.


Chef was, to begin with, “wrapped too tight for Vientnam”, always reading and sensitive to everything. In the tiger scene, he almost cried and after some Vietnamese innocents died for “A fucking puppy”, he really started to cry. It’s a nice metaphor for all the people Kurtz was talking about, the people who could not understand and bear the true horror, and so they shouldn’t have been there.


Chief tried to be a leader and to build relationships with everyone on the boat, but his decision of stopping to search the Vietnamese boat costed the crew a lot a of painful moments. We see that, even if he tried to do the right thing, he got only hatred for Willard and for the war.


Clean has been just an impulsive teenage boy, who shouldn’t actually have been in this war, just like many other teenagers who were there and played the role of cannon meat.

The photojournalist

He plays as some intermediary between Willard and Kurtz, playing the ignorant buffoon who was indoctrinated by Kurtz’s philosophy, but who still doesn’t understand it perfectly. Even if the values that Kurtz was trying to “preach” were deep  and ambiguous, photojourlanist’s words that are meant to describe Kurtz are “He reads poetry out loud man…”.


Apocalypse Now is  one of the greatest films that have ever been created, and in my personal view, the best war drama out there. Apocalypse is, once again, a movie about people, and about their motivations, their desires and their sacrifices, depicted in an astonishing way both by the actors and by the director.

Top 10 Anime Openings

10.Tokyo Ghoul

I don’t really think that Tokyo Ghoul is a brilliant anime, yet the opening can make you excited about seeing it.

9.Naruto Shippuden Op.3 – Blue Bird

Well, yeah, when it comes to Naruto, you have to choose from a lot of openings, but this one I consider to be the best and, if not really that good, at least it stands out from the other lame ones.


The opening sets you right in the mood for what you are about to see.

7.FMA Brotherhood

A very nice one, with great music and great visuals, just enough for the show.

6.Death Note

Scary, dark, strange and epic.Just what Death Note has to have as a opening.

5.Samurai Champloo

Never skipped this one.NEVER.


The most badass in all the list, this opening tells us a lot about the mysterious main character, and has a marvellous and catchy song.

3.Attack on Titan

This is pure awesomness, it makes you heart beat faster and your veins pump up more blood.


“Yeah , well, this looks nice but I don’t think it’s really that…Holy shit.”

That was my reaction and it might be yours too.

1.Ergo Proxy

My all-time favourite opening, Ergo Proxy’s is just perfect.A dark song about salvation, with strong images and scenes from the anime.


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10 Things Film Lovers Will Understand

1.Having a full watchlist on IMDb and not being able to shorten it because we constantly add something , and watch something else

2.Downloading a movie and forgetting about it for ages

“Yeah, I’m gonna see this tonight…oh, but I totally forgot about all the other movies I haven’t seen yet and the last episode of that TV show…”

3.Having a strong realationship with your movies, though

“You shall not delete Pulp Fiction, or say something bad about it.”

4.Can’t go anywhere without movies or TV shows on the laptop or the phone

“Seriously, what do you want me to do at the grandparents?Talking?”

5.The priceless moment when your friends finally watch the movie you told them to see months ago

6.Holidays are such nice occasions to watch more movies

“Finally, now I can watch my entire watchlist…or not”.

7.”The old ones were better.”

8.Constantly finding new directors and having a movie-crush with him

You discover some new underground director you haven’t thought is that awesome, so now you just have to watch his entire career.

9.Spending hours to decide which movie to watch

“Yes, but this movie seems to have a nicer plot…but Johnny Depp plays in the other one…”

10.That annoying moment when somebody tells you that a movie about characters is slow-paced and without action

“If you can’t understand that this movie is about characters and their struggles, then why don’t you remain at Sharknado?”


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