Diary | Before The End..

The most important words in any language are small words. “Yes,” for example. Love. God. These are words that are easy to utter, and they fill in empty spaces in our world. [+]

There is nothing especial in No Country for Old Men to turn it to the best movie of 2007. It is nice, and it is not shallow, thank God, but it is not a miraculous film. Good pictures, I'll claim, which worth three and half stars (out of five). American people are so naive, drown their minds in propagandas. They try to escape, but cannot understand why. Some critics protect a view point, and others repeat parrot like. I put movies like that, or Fast Food Nation, in the same category of "tried to be different, but couldn't reach completely".

Does anyone know why this movie reminds me So Close, So Far? As I will call it a more logical version of "So Close, So Far".

Prosperity or [Ironically I've lived through a society which is corrupted from inside.]

The big whale is in charge of money. She devours other animals, even close friends. Morning begins 6 AM, there is no such a deep sleep for such a person. Money. Small animals. She wanders around, makes friends, invites them to parties or asks them to come over -alone. She waits. To become hungry? Never. She has forgotten that sense. Just waits, no reason. And she kills, eats, drinks.. She lives.

Cockroaches live everywhere. They are funny, always useful and happy. they celebrate they absurd life. They have a community. They work, they enjoy, they satisfy their parts. Never touch them, unless you are a cockroach. They boast of food, but disgustingly devour shit. They try to think, but just think that they think. They cannot count, that is why they multiply - the main instinct.

I am walking around. Thinking of what I see. There is no one to talk to.

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Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth, Act V, Scene 5.