“Seven Days In Sunny June” – PhotoWeek:
As I mentioned in a post on my other blog the other day, I’m in love with dandelions at the moment. I really love to shoot them. I never did before, because I thought they were ugly and too colourless for my taste. But actually they make a great contrast to the green setting and I can practice zooming with them as well. And you know, in some way, they’re just so cute and adorable – you’ve just got to take a photo of them! (Wow, I’m talking about them, like they’re pets.)
2 weeks of school and one week being sixteen, I don’t feel any different than before. I want to excuse myself for not being able to post often in foreseeable future – I just got into the dull, boring everyday school life in which the term “free time” is not included. Right now, I’m trying to ignore the fact that I’ve got a music presentation to prepare and several exams in the upcoming weeks; yesterday I finally managed to write a letter to a friend in Australia who’s doing an exchange year over there.
It was actually strange, you know, to write a letter. I mean a full letter, with your own handwriting on it, put in a nice envelope with a nice stamp on it. I remembered the times when I was little and used to write letters on a daily basis to every friend and every teacher I could think of (well, maybe a bit exaggerated, but I really wrote to almost everybody). Remember those times to?
Last saturday I had to clean up my bedroom and I eventually decided to sort out the things in my drawer as well. In it, I stumbled upon a mass of letters, birthday wishes, christmas cards, birthday party invitations and old, crumpled notes passed to each other during boring school lessons. A very nostalgic moment for me. I really couldn’t believe that once there was a world which didn’t depend on mail, text messages, Facebook or twitter. Where we (With we I actually mean girls because somehow boys never wrote any letters except love letters.) actually bought letter paper with the matching envelopes or better – when we even collected them and exchanged them among each other. (Remember the huge Diddl-Mania about 6 years ago? Now it doesn’t seem that long ago…)
All this seem now unbelievable to me and so I was almost moved to tears as I read all those letters again. The cutest was definitely the birthday gift from my sister, in which she invented a point-system. If I gave her a present of her wish list on her birthday, I get 30 points. If I read her a book – 5 points. And so on. You know what the crappy gift coupon I eventually get from her (if I reach 100 points)? That if she was at the computer and surfing in the internet, I’d be allowed to interrupt her and then it’d be my turn on the computer. Haha, definitely stupid – but sweet.
This all ran through my mind while I was writing the letter yesterday. First it was strange to have fountain pen in my hand and the paper beneath it, waiting to be filled. And then I started and wrote the first words down… and almost couldn’t stop anymore. It felt really satisfying to take the time to write a letter with pen and paper, decorating it with colours and putting it in an envelope. The most amazing feeling was when I finally stick the stamp on the envelope and wrote the down the address; while doing it I had a huge smile on my face.
And I think, in the end it’s just nice to be a bit nostalgic and old-fashioned and for once not being glued on an electronic device.
Yesterday evening I went out, to the cinema, to watch a film with my best friend. First we wanted to watch Black Swan, the Oscar nominated film starring Natalie Portman, but unfortunately my 15 years weren’t enough to let us in (I personally think that if the parents of today didn’t let their daughters out of the houses with faces full of make up and clothes in the size super-mini, people having contact with age controlling at their work wouldn’t be so suspicious and had easily let me in.).
So we spontaneously choose the first film that was on the program, which was Kokowääh, the new movie made and written by and starring Til Schweiger. He’s one of Germany’s best and most successful men in film business. I’ve already seen two of his films (also made and written by and starring himself) Keinohrhasen (Engl.: No-ear-rabbits) and Zweiohrküken (Engl.: Two-ear-chicks). From what I’ve known I expected some light-hearted (romantic) comedy with no particular psychological focus on the central problem, that is presented in the storyline.
Kokowääh’s (which in the movie is a “mishearing” of the French dish Coq au vin) central question is “What is a father?”; this sentence was also part of the description that the main character (played by Til Schweiger himself) used for describing the situation he’s in(He pretended to write a book about his situation while, actually, he was living the very story in his life.).
The story begins with the everyday life of Henry; screenwriter, 42, unsuccessful except of the soap he writes (which is dying by the way) and most of all, a playboy, left (or slung her out by himself) by his girlfriend Katharina, a famous and very successful writer. Suddenly he gets the offer to write the screenplay to Katharina’s book with her. He agrees and they instantly get closer to each other again; besides their almost everlasting bickering about their failed relationship it feels like the old times again, for Henry.
But there are other news as well. One afternoon a girl sits in front of his flat, alone, with only a letter from her mother in her hands. He first struggles, but then reads the letter to find out that she’s without much doubt his natural daughter and that he has to take care of her for the next 4 weeks.
During the next few days and weeks he learns a lot about children; about how to love them and take care of them. He gets to know his daughter’s “other” father, who goes through a hard time, knowing that his child was never his, biological seen. And most of all Henry learns about taking responsibility.
As I had expected the film focused a lot on the comedian aspect, it was very funny and witty written. I especially liked the dialogues between Magdalena (Henry’s daughter) and Henry, but this also could be because of the great atmosphere between them on-screen: Magdalena is played by Til Schweiger’s daughter, Emma Schweiger, and so to create a convincing father-daughter relationship on-screen was not that hard, I guess.
The problems of being in a patchwork family and having two daddies at all for Magdalena was not much set in focus; it was considered as rather easy and unproblematic for her. The drama part was in fact rather concentrated on the feelings of Henry, how he has to cope with and make up for all the mistakes he did in the past and how he tries to find an acceptable solution for the situation he’s in.
All in all a very good movie; it entertains the audience with the witty banter (mostly between father and daughter) but also had heart-wrenching moments; the acting was not brilliant, but convincing and especially Emma Schweiger was a joy to watch (She’s so cute! And plays an 8-year-old exactly like it should be.). The film was shot in Berlin and I personally think, that the camera did the best job on this movie; I don’t know how this style is called, but the color and light settings were perfect – the pictures are truly beautiful.
And last but not least the Soundtrack, which was fine as well: I mean it had rock music in it, so I was pretty easily convinced of its quality.
I’m no experienced reviewer and actually don’t know what it takes for a good review at all, but from my point of view this is definitely a movie to recommend!
Just short for today: I just want to quickly write down my observations at a lunch I had to attend today. It’s actually a launch of my family and some other Indonesian families & friends of us.
Observations on a New Year’s Lunch of Indonesian families
- Most essential point: We like to eat Asian, especially Chinese food. Don’t ask me why, but on every great occasion there would be Chinese food. It’s true many of us have Chinese roots, because many centuries ago, many Chinese people came to Indonesia (and brought their traditions, and that means food too, with them), but still… I mean, I’m bored and annoyed of eating so many times Chinese food. But this whole thing could probably just be, because there are Chinese restaurants everywhere around the world. 😉
- We like to share our food with others. Like every typical Asian (? Or probably just Indonesian?) family we order the main course for everyone. That means that there are several dishes on the table and everybody just takes a bit of what he likes best, which is possible to order in Chinese/Asian restaurants. That’s in fact a really good idea; if I go eat Chinese with my Swiss friends, I always order a menu for myself and afterwards I’m always full up. So, I just eat as much as I can (without having a bad conscience for not finishing my meal) and in the end there’d be always someone eating up the rest. 😉
- There are always photos taken (Eh, actually not only of the people, but of the food as well.). Which can be very annoying, but also somehow funny, because it has somehow developed to an Asian trait (just watch the behaviour of Asian tourist, which is also very cute and funny) over the years.
- Indonesian are known for their love for food; I think that of all nations I’ve got to know, Indonesians really love food most. Whereas European tourist would particularly recommend to each other good hotels, museums and shops, Asian tourists look for the best restaurants! It’s so typical; when my cousin was once visiting us here in Switzerland, we didn’t get to make a full sight-seeing tour because of their importance of having a culinary tour. 😀
- The passion for food is also shown in their conversation topics. When I listened to my mum and her friends, they mostly talk about food! But not only food of all kinds, but also the cooking, and of course, good restaurants you just have to visit once in your life.
Well, that was it for now. Seeing, observing, hearing this has just made me so happy; I think it’s cute (Go ahead. Just think I’m weird.) to see people getting so happy just by enjoying and eating food, talking about food.
And last, I’ve finished reading Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins today; and I just found the perfect quote of the main character, Katniss Everdeen for this post:
“… All around the dining hall, you can feel the rejuvenating effect that a good meal can bring on. The way it can make people kinder, funnier, more optimistic, and remind them it’s not a mistake to go on living. …”