eBooblog

Cinema, theatre, stories, and all the rest.

Subscribe to eBooblog
Subscribe to eBooblog

What's this blog?

A bit of cinema, a bit of music, a hint of theatre, some stories and a hotchpotch of everything and nothing, all this being unpretentious. Welcome to eBooblog.

Archive for the ‘Writing’ Category

First official full-length trailer of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Posted by Juju On July - 1 - 2010

harry potter

Whether we are fans or not, whether we have read the books or not, Harry Potter, and above all the latest opus, has something attractive, mysterious, or even aesthetic. Unless of course you are already rotting from the inside by the pragmatic, tasteless and hyper-rational world of Adult Reign …

Anyway, even if have only read the first three volumes, I’m always curious to follow my dear friend Harry in his magical adventures. And this is particularly the case today since we are talking about the last book which will be adapted into of two movies. The very last two :( . The first part is scheduled for November 2010 and the second for July 2011.

Here is the programme: The end of college is getting closer and closer for Harry and his friends Ron and Hermione. All three will face the horrible and wicked world of work that they have feared for quite some time now. While Ron is fighting against paperwork to start up his own company to compete with Haribo, Hermione battles hard to win the marketing director’s position in the company of her dreams. That way, she will be able to make a lot of money and prove to everyone that you can succeed even if you’re born Muggle. For his part, Harry continues his psychoanalysis, trying to overcome the demons of his past and understand why he always seems to hear snakes speaking.

In short, a fairly banal story. Of course, it is not impossible that it might be a bit more magical than that.

In the meantime, here is the first official full-length trailer of the finale of the saga, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows:

Cinema / TV, Writing

Samarabalouf – In the night garden

Posted by Juju On April - 9 - 2010
summer night Picnic
Picture coming from here.

Samarabalouf – La mer


A family dinner on a lawn on a summer evening, the orange of the candles drowning in wine’s swell, children running and shouting, a guy switching off, quietly walking away with that song in his mind, his hands in his pockets under a cloudless sky, the twilight’s breeze caressing his still eyelids, soft protectors of misty irides. Breathe bloody hell, breathe!!!
Music, Writing

Undead (1/2)

Posted by Juju On April - 5 - 2010
The seat in which I am sitting bears the weight of what is left from my exhausted body. My eyes are lost in the reddish clouds of the end of the afternoon. The atmosphere is both heavy and subdued. I do not think about anything. My brain has not been able to process anything since those first steps moved me away from him anyway.
Where am I? Why? The coach is almost empty. It has been only two minutes since the landscape started to unfold before us but this student is already concentrated on his book. His indifference to the environment fills me with scorn. I look away and a quick glance out of the window brings me back to the dreary reality. The train is now fastly slipping through the countryside, coolly coloured by the twilight. I am stuck here, seated, helpless, unable to walk back. Each second drags me away from the only place I would like to be. What if I could never go back there? What if it was the last time I would ever see him?
train
Picture by Lilly Lay.
What is he doing? What is he thinking? Is he sad? No idea.
I am suddenly overcome by pain. I want to destroy everything around me. After all, all these things, all these people are insignificant, useless, meaningless. Is it possible to live surrounded by nothing but vacuum? The picture of such a life amongst insensible beings with fade lives makes me lose consciousness.
I wake up for the grating announcement of the end of the line. The awakening is rude. The sight of this student methodically putting his book back into his bag confirms me the nightmare is definitely real. Is it already the end of the journey?! I have a feeling that I have been betrayed, that someone took advantage of my sleep to take me as far as possible from him. The train is now fully stopped and the student has gone. My tummy becomes agitated with the thought of having to confront this “outside”. I do not want to move. I want to stay here, alone, sheltered, to spend the rest of my life on this seat, without any issue, without any risk. I believe I do not have the strength to fight against life anymore, this life from which his absence has removed the meaning.
I stand up…
Writing

The reward

Posted by Juju On October - 6 - 2009
Promise a child a brand-new bike on condition he’s got good school results by the end of the term. Needless to say he will be very eager to work as hard as he would be able to to get that precious present!


Then, two weeks before the actual date of the term’s end, let him know that, at the end of the day, school will be running for four more months. It’s easy to imagine how frustrated and upset this little boy will be. However, because he can’t obviously burn the school down, he will helplessly sit back at his dusty desk, trying to re-focus on his everyday classes and assessments. Moreover, with the image of this shiny blue bike he’s ever dreamt of sticked in his mind, he will work ever harder, trying not to think about the unfair side of all this.


When he will be very close to the long-awaited deadline day, inform him that, for some reason, he will have to spend the next three weeks locked up at home, with only a couple of games to play with, no friends or family allowed to visit him, but, that after this period of time he would finally get the nice blue bike, that would seem like God to him by then. What do you think these two weeks would be like?


the reward« Long » is probably the first word coming up to our minds. And yes, «eternity» is a good synonym for how long a wait it was! Because, not only did it seem to last for ever but it was also a constant torture since your mind is continuously obsessed by what you have worshipped day and night for ages, counting down every day and hour until the so much longed for day!


And eventually, there I was at 3.45am on the 26th of September. There I was, sitting in my car, surrounded by the silent and cold wind. There I was, motionless under the murky lights of a desert gas station. There I was, a moved smile on the face as I started up both the engine and my new life…









Misc., Trips, Writing