The Virgin Spring

A few semesters ago I took a German and Scandinavian cinema class at BYU. During the class, the professor introduced many geniuses like Fritz Lang(M and Metropolis), Lars von Trier (The 5 Obstructions, Dancer in the Dark, and Dogville), Jorgen Leth (The 5 Obstructions and The Perfect Human), Aki Kaurismaki (The Man Without a Past), and many others that I cannot recall. However, there was one among the many that stood out; Ingmar Bergman. Bergman is literally a genius. I feel it is important to state this as clear as possible especially now because many people are referring to Michael Bay, James Cameron, and others as geniuses. Such people provide as evidence of their genius such successes as Transformers and Avatar. I feel that referring to such directors as geniuses is more offensive than stepping in dog poop. First, I find it suspect that such people are qualified judges; this because of their evident lack of depth or experience in good movies. I know, by now I sound very presumptuous and haughty; nevertheless, I maintain that it should be a grievous sin to use the same word to compare great minds to the weak money-driven minds behind Transformers or Avatar. After all, I find it hard to believe that Ingmar Bergman or Fritz Lang would ever cast Megan Fox in a film. So what brings this scathing rant to the forefront of my mind? After watching another film by Bergman, I realize how superficial today's world is. People used to make films because that is what they liked doing (fortunately some still do "film as literature"). The film that brought this about, is Bergman's 1960 The Virgin Spring. This movie touches themes as revenge, virtue, and religion. Just as many of Bergman's films, there is an evident tension between religion and reason. The film's plot is simple; the only daughter of devoutly religious parents is raped and murdered. Her murderers stumble upon the farm that belongs to their victim's parents. How will the family react when they discover they have given shelter to the daughter's murderers? I guess all I can do is encourage all who actually read this to watch good movies before hastily passing judgement on the mind-numbing porqueria that is out there. If you have the time here is a link to watch The Virgin Spring on Youtube. Here are some other Bergman movies: Wild Strawberries, Persona. As I watch more, I will be sure to recommend more.

Poco dinero y Mucho trabajo

Things>Time + Money

Anyone who knows me, knows how much I dislike math. Honestly, I would probably like it more if I were good at it. Kids, let this be a lesson to you; Don't spend your time during freshmen algebra class sharing jokes with your friends. Also, don't spend the whole class period drawing drunk indians and cowboys on the whiteboard during your sophomore math year. If you do these things, you will be terrible at math. This is my testimony. Amen. With that little rant over, I can proceed to ramble about the other seemingly meaningless thoughts I have at the most random moments (mostly when my roommate TP starts talking nonsense, which is mostly ALWAYS). This week has been pretty long. Monday started with a BANG via the policy paper I had to write for my foreign policy class (also due on Monday). Then came the goliath that was my research paper for American Political Theory. I don't know why I referenced the biblical story, probably just to throw a religious cliché in this post. I apologize because it was a terrible reference, especially because this story did not end with a victory for the smaller, rock throwing David. Before I continue to waste your time, It is important I share this jewel with you. I don't know how long ago, but it has been awhile since a friend introduced me to Camera Obscura. This group is amazing. With that said, watch these videos (starting with my favorite of course).

Crossroads

For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be a lawyer. I don't know why, (probably the high consumption of T.V. dramas like Law & Order) but now that I have been thinking about it, I don't think it is the best fit for me. As a matter of fact, I kind of think it would be boring. I just don't like the idea of being stuck in one place for the rest of my working life. I also don't like the idea of the ball and chain that come with the job. If I did end up in law, I would like to practice immigration law, or even family law. The money would be good, but I just don't think that is what I want to do as far as a career. However, this semester I am in Plsci 376, U.S. foreign policy. My professor has been giving us the pitch for the foreign services. Honestly, She has been doing a good job selling the foreign services. She seems to really like what she does/did. I think I would enjoy this career a little more than the other(lawyer). My head is not in the clouds, I realize that the foreign services is extremely competitive; however, what isn't competitive right now. I am still conflicted, but I am leaning more towards the foreign services. What do you think?

Lawyer???

Foreign Services?

So Hot

Lately I cannot get enough of Hot Chip. They are obviously the recent favorite listen, along with jj, and the lovely Joanna Newsom. Some people would refer to these groups as an "acquired tastes". Those are the people that have NO taste (according to me). Anyway, here is an update on me. I'm studying for a test I have to take by midnight tomorrow. I also have to write a research design about the institutional effects on judicial voting habits. In other words, I need to write a paper on the effects of procedures on the way the Supreme Court justices vote/rule. I also need to write a policy paper for my 376 class. For that one I need to investigate to what extent the U.S. is providing support (fiscal/technological/intelligence...) for Mexico in its war on drugs. Then I need to take a position and argue if the U.S. should increase its support for the Mexican government or if it should decrease the amount of support it provides. This sounds boring and tedious, but I kind of find it interesting; more so the paper for Psci 376 because everyone knows I love Mexico. Also, at this moment I have bad gas. It kind of sneaks up on me then screams for release. Other than that, not much is new. Here is a favorite Hot Chip song, Over and Over.

Let Go

This week was pretty difficult and Wednesday was a pretty frustrating day. Fate would have it that on that day, "hump day", university professors would collaborate in order to frustrate all Plsci 310, Plsci 376, and Spanish 326 students. Unfortunately, I am taking all three classes which meant that on Wednesday, I took three midterms. They were brutal. Anyways, 'Nuff said. Thursday was a much better day. Other than that, nothing is new. I'm ready for summer because that means I get to take a break...maybe. I can't think of a better video/song than this one at this time and in this situation. If you didn't understand that, just think of it as one of those Bilbo Baggins' sayings from Lord of the Rings. After all of that, here is the song. It is "Let Go" by jj. If you don't love it, you WILL.

Se acabó la música

After reading "Race in American Politics" by a cuartet of political scientists and "The Feminist Method" by Sandra Harding, I decided to take a "mental" break and watch a movie. I must say that Netflix is amazing. The selection of movies is astonishing. You will find movies on Netflix that you will never see on the shelves at Blockbuster. Last time, I mentioned the movie Dear Zachary: A Letter to a son about his Father. Tonight, a few friends and I watched El Violín, a movie released in 2005 by the director Francisco Vargas. El Violín is a somber, slow-paced, black and white film that depicts the struggles of many indigenous people throughout Latin America. The movie tells the story of a family composed of Plutarco Hidalgo the grandpa (Ángel Tavira), Genaro Hidalgo the son and guerilla (Gerardo Taracena), and Lucio Hidalgo the grandson (Mario Garibaldi). Here is the plot as it comes from the film's website (roughly translated by yours truly). Plutarco and his family lead a double life. On one hand, they are humble rural musicians and on the other hand they are active supporters of a guerilla movement against an oppressive government. When the army invades their village, the guerillas are forced to abandon their supply of ammunition. Plutarco, taking advantage of his appearance as a humble violinist, comes up with a plan to recuperate the ammunition. This movie is absolutely beautiful. The plot is well-developed, the black and white photography is awe-inspiring, and the acting is topnotch. The following is a clip from the movie showing and interaction between the general and Plutarco as well as the official trailer. Unfortunately, there are no subtitles for those who do not speak Spanish. However, a this link you can find a video that does.

Dear Zachary

THE Documentary

Good films are a rarity in recent years. Hollywood is a business like any other with its main focus on profit margins. Because this is the case, there are a plethora of movies like Avatar, Transformers 1 & 2 (WORST movies ever), and Twilight. You are probably wondering why I decided to include Avatar with what are possibly the worst movies being both movies in the Transformers series and the Twilight series. The answer is as follows: First, while containing blatant undertones referencing Iraq and Bush, it has been completely over-hyped as cerebral and bold. Second, it was nothing more than cliché. When I think of these movies, the words accredited to Lars von Trier;

"American studios give money to directors to educate them away from their creative fingerprint, even if that's the reason they wanted them in the first place. I've avoided that fate by making movies here. You have to fight the urge to do a big action movie. You avoid 'Batman.' The bigger it is, the worse it is."

However, thanks to Netflix, I watched a documentary that shows good films DO EXIST. Dear Zachary: A letter to a son about his Father, a documentary film by Kurt Kuenne details the story behind the murder of Dr. Andrew Bagsby. The documentary is filmed in such a way that is essentially a letter to the son of the late Dr. Andrew Bagsby; Zachary. The director, Kurt Kuenne who is a childhood friend of Bagby, embarks on a trip that covers three nations in an attempt to interview friends and family of the aforementioned. The story of the murder is heartbreaking and this feeling is compounded as a result of injustices that follow the crime. This movie was tough to watch, but not in a bad way. It provokes anger, sadness, and sympathy. This is definitely a film that must be seen. Here are a few reviews that will do more justice than I possibly can. And to give you a taste, here is the trailer.