I was without pen and paper, without my laptop, without anything other then the road before me. The highway was a blur leaving Miami. Only the desperate answer to the god of movement, shivered within me. I don’t remember I95 past Ft. Lauderdale. I don’t remember much other then endless cups of coffee and the constant burning of a cigarette. Music played but I never listened to a single note, hypnotized by the hum of the engine and nonstop mile markers. I forgot my name and why I breathe the air, why I get out of bed and why I continue on regardless of the situation.

In those moments of abandon, morality is only a concept and society a dream. Everything that pushes me to spit on sidewalks, caring only to dispel the taint of existence, fades with every turn of the wheel and every passing on the left. Faces blur and every guilty impulse to expose my vulnerability wilts along guardrails and flickering high beams. In those moments that grip my soul and refuse to be denied, I am god, my own divine inspiration. I disappear into all that is in a single instant. It's a never ending duality that blurs the distinction of heaven and hell. The insanity that ruptures the heart, reducing me to a bleeding chaos of emotion, vanishes and I feel whole.

There was no need to see the verdant trees of the Carolinas, the skyline of Manhattan or the quaintness of Rhode Island. I was gone and seemingly never coming back. I90 showed it self to me after 36 hours and the first turn off into Boston. My trance lessened and I pulled off to comprehend what had happened. Was I truly manic, in need of care, hopeless and forever lost to the lunacy that claimed my spirit?

The do not disturb sign spoke its warning. No maids, no escorts of temporary bliss, no food, just sleep so deep as not to dream. Total darkness wrapped itself around me for two solid days. I awoke and ordered coffee and cigarettes via room service. I stepped on to the deck and looked dispassionately at downtown Boston. A match book told me I was at the Regency. A faint knock reminded me of my other needs. I opened the door and smiled at the girl who brought me my soft drugs. The look on her face was one of concern. I knew how I looked without checking the mirror. I smiled as to let her know, “hey, I’m ok, it’s alright.” She smiled back weakly and almost refused the fifty dollar tip I gave her. I didn’t care, it was all I had and every server deserves a fat tip; even the bitch you want to stiff. Fuck it, give her a twenty, you could be dead before you reach the car. You won’t need it then.

I stepped back on the deck and lit another smoke, sipping on my black coffee; hot, soothing and perfect. There was a quiet and then an imperceptible twitch. I felt it grow, like a storm off the coast, building to hurricane status. I walked back in and grabbed some paper and a pen. Looking out toward the rain swept skyline, I could only take a deep breath and let my words flow like blood from severed artery.

Adolf and his Roving Brick of Justice!

After a hard morning's work folding his laundry, Adolf sank back into his favourite armchair. He took that first satisfying sip from his eleven o'clock coffee and reached for his smokes, only to discover, to his horror, that the pack was empty.
"Mein Gott!" he cried, jumping to his feet. "Dis iz surely de work of der devil. He iz always trying to destroy mein Glorious Destiny, which at de moment is to enjoy a smoke mit mein morning coffee."

But our Glorious Hero was not to be so easily defeated by the foul machinations of the Prince of Darkness. He rose from his chair, and strode purposefully across the street to the local shop, bringing with him, as
always, his Roving Brick of Justice. After all, he reasoned, one never knew when or where injustice would rear its foul, degenerate, moist semi-permeable head.
In the shop, Adolf strode defiantly towards the shopkeeper. " I vill haf a pack of smokes please, and none of your guff, mein gut fellow."
"Wait a minute sir," answered the shopkeeper, "that little boy going out the door has forgotten his change. Oh no!"
"Vot?" said Adolf  "Dis sounds like a job for mein Roving Brick of Justice! "Give me der change mein gut chappie. I vill return it to its rightful owner. Hurry, for der is not a minuten to spare!"
The grateful shopkeeper handed the change to Adolf, who marched swiftly towards the door, his trusty Roving Brick of Justice in his hand, all thought of his morning coffee and smoke forgotten in his desire to do his sworn duty.

"Hey little boy! You forgot your change!" he shouted at the rapidly receding figure.
"I vill never catch him now." he thought "De Brick is mein only hope!"
With characteristic decisiveness, he hurled his Brick into the air. His aim was true and the Brick made contact with the little boy's head just in the nick of time, for the boy was just about to round a corner.
To the cheers of the onlookers, who had gathered to witness this display of heroism, Adolf dropped the handful of change onto the pavement beside the slumbering youth.
"Here iz your change, little boy!" he said decisively, as he wiped the blood off of his glorious Roving Brick of Justice.
Just then the shopkeeper waddled up in his bourgeois fashion and presented Adolf with a whole carton of smokes.
"A small reward for enforcing justice so ably." he said.

"Danke." replied our hero determinedly "Justice iz it's own reward, surely, but it iz much nicer to enjoy it mit some coffee and ciggies."  And with that, Adolf and his Roving Brick of Justice strode vanished across the street to where a cup of coffee awaited. Once again, Justice had been served.

THE END

Tune in soon, when Adolf and His Roving Brick of Justice visit Poland

Thus my memories of Radio Raheem and Digital Bobby were brushed up by coffee and cigarettes.

If only drinking and smoking were habits, maybe I'd be having a Digital Radio.

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2. make coffee

3. read news

4. listen to duncan sheik

5. think about beer

6.  look at the time

7.  realize i'm late

8.  remember car has a flat tire

9.  call to say i'll be late

10. remember phone doesn't work

ahh, crapsticks.  foiled again.

she runs away -

Here's what I've rented recently:

* Coffee and Cigarettes (imdb link) - Jim Jarmusch (wiki link) is a great director.  However, this is not one of this better efforts.  If you're reading this in Memphis, I would recommend renting Mystery Train (imdb link).  If you're reading this anywhere else you should rent Night On Earth (imdb link).  For those of you who don't know JJ discovered Roberto Benigni and helped Billy Bob Thornton to get financing for Sling Blade (he has a cameo in the movie).  Johnny Depp, Bill Murray, and Forrest Whittaker have all had leading roles in his movies.

* Rock n Roll Documentaries/Mockumentaries - We all know I'm a rocker through and through ("AC/DC, Van Halen not Van Hagar, Skynyrd, Def Leppard..." ha ha).  I recently rented a documentary about the former lead singer of The Clash called Joe Strummer: The Future Is Unwritten (imdb link)and a documentary about Hunter S. Thompson called Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride (imdb link).  It is amazing how many of the same people knew and hung out with both of these guys.  Both movies were interesting, but somewhat laborious.  However, both might be much better if you knew very little about either person.  BTW, there is a great movie waiting to be made concerning Joe Strummer's life from the time The Clash broke up until his untimely death.  If ever make it to NYU film school and if I find that patron - you know, the one who shares my vision and his/her wealth making my vision come true - I already have my senior project.

* The Bank Job (imdb link) - If this movie wasn't based on a true story you would never believe it.  It is an enjoyable rent.  It's not art and there isn't some redeeming message.  It's just enjoyable.

* Nora (imdb link) - I'm watching a lot of movies about Ireland since I just returned from there in June.  This movie is about the very different relationship between James Joyce and his wife Nora.  Not particularly well done, but still worth the rent if you want to learn more about James Joyce although it doesn't tell the secret of reading Ulysses without being a pompous ass.

* College Road Trip (imdb link) - There was once a time in cinematic history when rated "X" did not equate to pornography.  When Midnight Cowboy was originally released it was rated X, and just to clarify, yes, I am talking about the version with Dustin Hoffman and John Voight.  Well, apparently rated X now means porno and rated G apparently means sucks!  This movie shows why Donnie Osmond is not an actor.  Hopefully when he quits acting he will take Martin Lawrence with him!  So, you're thinking "surely there was something good in the movie" and you're right -- Donnie Osmond had some of the best movie hair in cinematic history!  No really, great hair!

* The Matchmaker (imdb link) - Once again, an Irish flick.  I saw this one when it was originally released on video (in the days of VHS) and didn't think it was all that good.  Guess what, first impressions are correct!

Late.  No really, it is still late.

I drink coffee, albeit not 6 cups a day, but I enjoy a cup every morning.  There is nothing like a nice hot cup of Eight O'Clock Coffee in the morning.  For my birthday last year - my parents got me a great Cuisinart coffee maker that has the grinder attached - so I wake up every morning to the whizz of the maker grinding the beans for a fresh pot.  Sometimes I get crazy and actually use my French Press.

It is funny to watch the evolution of coffee - what was once a cup of Folger's (the best part of waking up...) or Maxwell House is now Starbucks, Caribou, Illy or McDonald's Premium Blend.  Even Juan Valdez has a storefront now.  Whether you believe in fair trade, bold blend, robust blend, flavored or you like a cup of instant - there are a lot of options out there.  I actually have 3 Starbucks within 3 blocks of my apartment.  Not to mention a Cafe that serves Illy and the Bean Counter too!  The coffee house made so famous by Friends can now be as popular as your local tavern and is filled with socialites, students, professors and everyday folk.

So - what kind of coffee do you like?  Maybe you like a coffee drink.  Where's your favorite place to enjoy coffee? Whatever the answers - the good news is that you can now enjoy your Coffee and Cigarettes without having to worry about the health risks - other than maybe some bad breath and discolored teeth!

W sobotę jechałem autostradą przez Niemcy i kupiłem na stacji benzynowej paczkę Roth-Händle . 4 € za paczkę, w której jest 17 sztuk. To były jedyne fajki bez filtra, które tam można było kupić. Pytałem o Camele, ale nie było. Teraz mało kto pali, więc dziewczyna w kiosku mogła nie wiedzieć, choć poszła niby zapytać jakiegoś palacza. Palę, ale przecież na markach tytoniowych się nie znam. Nie wiem czy można w Polsce kupić jakieś papierosy bez filtra. Kawa Alois Dallmayr. Ale o gatunkach kawy jaką pijam nie ja decyduję. Jest niezła. Palę Marlboro takie jak widać na zdjęciu: czerwone w miękkim opakowaniu.
Jutro napiszę co jadłem na obiad, a w czwartek opowiem Wam o wycieczce do Warszawy, którą pamiętam z podstawówki.

Roth-Händle kojarzy mi się z Red Apple, marką, którą wymyślił Tarantino w filmie "Pulp Fiction".

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The Mt. Rapmore post reminded me of this amazing scene from Jim Jarmusch's "Coffee and Cigarettes." Only Jarmusch could get these three cats together.

"Your're the GZA. The Genius. And you're the RZA the..." "Dodododododo" "aka Bobby Digital" "Yeah, he know his hip-hop." "And you're Bill Groundhog Day Ghostbustin' Ass Murray."

I love it. And for your listening pleasure: one of my favorite Wu Tang joints ever.

[audio http://sd-1.archive-host.com/membres/up/93820395767119246/soundcoffeeroute.mp3]

J'aime beaucoup m'arreter sur les aires d'autoroutes pour marquer une pause. Pour fumer une cigarettes et y boire un cafe au distributeur. Tout le long du reseau Nexco, je dois bien l'avouer, le cafe n'est pas mauvais dans ces distributeurs. Il y a un choix de plusieurs grains, on peut y doser la force de l'arome, le grammage en sucre et puis, on peut visualiser sur un petit ecran, la preparation de son breuvage comme si on etait au coeur de la machine. Ce qui me plait le plus en fait, c'est la melodie qui accompagne cette preparation que je freudonnerais par la suite au volant durant au moins 200km et ce, jusqu'a la prochaine aire autoroutiere ! 

Coffee and Cigarettes

bill murrary, GZA, RZA

just a reminder to any of my viewers from Vancouver
Rza
Richards On Richards , Vancouver, BC
Wed, Jun 25, 2008 09:00 PM

 The second Royle post, "Family Ties" is on hold for the moment. I am spending time with some old friends.  Not for too long. I have so many things I have to do and want to do. But, damn, it's Saturday.

Jim Jarmusch nació en Akron, Estados Unidos, el 22 de enero de 1953.

Con tan solo 14 años su pelo era totalmente blanco, lo que acarreó su impopularidad como consecuencia.

Se licencio en 1971 en la Universidad de Columbia de Nueva York, donde estudiaba Historia de la literatura inglesa y estadounidense. Abrumado por las influencias literarias que descubrió en un viaje a Paris, se unió a la New York University Film School donde llegaría a ser el ayudante del director de cine Nicholas Ray (Rebelde sin causa). Gracias a este acercamiento, Jim pudo trabajar junto a Win Wenders en el film homenaje a Nicholas Ray, Relámpago sobre agua (1980). Un documental sobre sus últimos días de vida tras serle diagnosticado el cáncer. Decidió morir en su piso de Nueva York junto a sus amigos en vez de permanecer en un solitario hospital.

En 1980 dirige su primera película, Permanent Vacation rodada en 16 mm, con Allie como protagonista, y nos acerca a su particular visión sobre Manhattan, donde los habitantes no se encuentran así mismos.

En 1986 dirige la comedia Dow by law (Bajo el peso de la ley) protagonizada por Roberto Benigni donde interpreta a un hombre italiano que no sabe ni una palabra de ingles (hasta aquí todo real) y que se comunica como buenamente puede con sus compañeros de celda, Tom Waits, gran amigo de Jarmusch,  y John Curie, juntos planean fugarse de la cárcel, pero el escaso entendimiento entre los presos hará que la situación se complique.

En 1991 dirige Noche en la tierra formada por varias historias independientes con diferentes personajes, con un elemento en común, un taxi.

Años después nos presenta el western Dead Man, protagonizado por Johnny Depp donde interpreta a un joven contable, William Blake, que deja su puesto de trabajo tras recibir una oferta en Machine. Al llegar a la ciudad el propietario le comunica que el puesto ya está ocupado lo que desembocará en que el joven William esté en busca y captura. Para este film, Jarmusch volvió a contar con personajes de lujo como Iggy Pop, Steve Buscemi, Robert Mitchum, Billy Bob Thorton, Alfred Molina, Willia Hurt...

También ha probado suerte como actor en la película Blue in the face (1995) de Wayne Wang donde promete fumarse junto al protagonista, Harvey Keitel, su último cigarrillo.

La película que vamos a tratar hoy es Coffee and Cigarettes, formada por varias historias cortas protagonizadas por diferentes personajes y con el café y los cigarros como argumento principal. En un principio Jim había realizado en 1993 un corto llamado Coffe and Cigarettes con Roberto Benigni, que consiguió la Palma de Oro a mejor cortometraje en el Festival de Cannes, y que 10 años después recupera enlazando las historias para realizar un genial largometraje.

Sinopsis:

El film, como antes dije, consta de 11 historias. La primera, Que extraño conocerte, el cortometraje original con Roberto Benigni y Steven Wright que debaten sobre los beneficios para la salud que ofrece el beber café y fumar cigarros.

Twins, donde dos hermanos gemelos Joie Lee y Cinque Lee son abordados por las fantasiosas teorías del camarero del bar en el que están, Steve Buscemi, que les explica que Elvis tenía un hermano gemelo que fue el que llevó al declive a Elvis.

En algún lugar de California, mi favorita, ya no se si influenciada por los protagonistas, Iggy Pop y Tom Waits, o por la extraña historia de la traqueotomía que realiza Tom en medio de la autopista o simplemente Waits ofendido por un comentario de Iggy, pero esta historia es de las mejores. Donde dos ex fumadores comienzan homenajeándose fumando un cigarro porque como ellos dicen: “Como lo hemos dejado…” y terminan en una situación incomoda.

Esa porquería te matará con Joe Rigano que intenta que Vinny Vella deje su adicción al tabaco y Vinny Vella Jr.

Renée con E.J. Rodríguez interpretando a un pesado camarero que no deja tranquila a su clienta, Renée French.

Ningún problema con Alex Descas e Isaach de Bankolé dos viejos amigos que quedan en una cafetería porque hace tiempo que no se ven y terminan discutiendo porque no tienen ningún problema.

Primas, como única protagonista Cate Blanchett que interpreta dos papeles. Dos personas a las que la vida les ha tratado de forma diferente.

Jack enseña a Meg su bobina Tesla con Meg White y Jack White, si, los mismísimos White Stripes donde, como su propio nombre indica, Jack enseña a Meg su bobina Tesla.

¿Primos? Un fantástico relato con Alfred Molina y Steve Coogan que realmente merece la pena, como la arrogancia termina con Coogan.

Delirio donde GZA y RZA descubren a Bill Murray trabajando como camarero.

Champagne con Hill Rice y Taylor Mead.

FICHA TÉCNICA:

Dirección: Jim Jarmusch

Guión: Jim Jarmusch

Intérpretes: Roberto Benigni, Steven Wright, Joie Lee, Cinque Lee, Iggy Pop, Tom Waits, Joe Rigano, Vinny Vella, Vinny Vella Jr., Renée French, E.J. Rodriguez, Alex Descas, Isaach de Bankolé, Cate Blanchet, Meg White, Jack White, Alfred Molina, Steve Coogan, GZA, RZA, Bill Murray, Bill Rice, Taylor Mead

Web oficial: http://www.coffeeandcigarettesmovie.com/ 

::Andrea Cabrero::

::Mentes Inquietas::

Este incomplet a vorbi despre filme dacă nu exemplificăm! Dintr-un articol în care scriam de ce ne plac filmele am văzut necesar acest post pentru a veni cu titluri. Nu oricare! Vreau nume de filme care te-au impresionat, care te-au făcut să vezi viaţa altfel, filme pe care nu le vei uita niciodată şi care îţi vin prima oară în minte când auzi expresia: "cele mai bune filme". Indiferent că sunt comedii sau drame, europene sau nu.

Ţinând cont că sunt foarte mulţi regizori şi au multe filme bune, pentru a evita listele kilometrice, să încercăm să ne oprim la cele reprezentative, din punctul de vedere al fiecăruia, evident!

Voi lăsa aşadar o listă cu câteva filme care mi-au plăcut foarte mult, voi reveni cu comentarii pentru fiecare în parte să spun ce anume mi-a plăcut şi de ce îl consider foarte bun. Ordinea va fi aleatoare pentru că sunt unice, fiecare cu farmecul său.

Ştiu că s-a mai scris despre filme, de regulă pe forumuri sau separat, câte un film-două pe blog. Mă gândeam că e bine să fie toate adunate pentru a şti la ce să ne uităm atunci când căutăm calitate. Topurile de pe imdb sunt realizate numai de cei care au cont pe acel site aşa că nu prea le pot lua în serios, mai ales că acolo se merge pe încasări şi premii. Aici mergem pe impresii personale, suntem în România, avem alte gusturi! Aşadar vine lista:

• Stalker - Andrei Tarkovsky
• Persona - Ingmar Bergman
• Fight Club - David Fincher
• Mar Adentro - Alejandro Amenabar
• Pay it forward - Mimi Leder
• Ordet - Carl Theodore Dreyer
• American Beauty - Sam Mendes
• Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter... and Spring - Kim Ki-Duk
• Ostrov - Pavel Lungin
• La vita e bella - Roberto Benigni
• Forrest Gump - Robert Zemeckis
• Dekalog - Krzysztof Kieslowski
• Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - Michel Gondry
• Amores Perros - Alejandro González Iñárritu
• In the mood for love - Kar Wai Wong
• One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest - Milos Forman
• The Fountain - Darren Aronofsky
• Pulp Fiction - Quentin Tarantino

Mă opresc momentan aici, realizez că sunt foarte multe. O să încerc pe parcurs să las şi direcţiile de unde pot fi ele găsite!

Later edit:

am adăugat şi alte filme preferate, mai jos, printre comentarii

plus o listă cuprinzătoare pe imdb.com

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If you want to sing out, SING OUT

(Cat Stevens)

"Music is the most beautiful form of expression"

(Jim Jarmusch)

...early sunday morning.. the mattress is warm and similar to your body shape. A pillowy blanket surrounds you gently and your right ear is slowly finding its way back into a world of notes and rythm. Shy sunlight is everywhere and your nose may be your worst enemy ´cause the air is fullfiled with the alluring smell of rainy clouds, yesterday´s  vine and fresh pastries from beneath. You slip in your shoes, holding the blanket around your shoulders, passing the misted up window and the silent violin, over to the cold poky kitchen and finally light up the lil red button to free the aroma and livin up the day with a hot cup of coffee and a glowing Gauloises..

Concepito dal lontano 1986, questo piccolo film di Jarmusch è meno ozioso di quel che potrebbe apparire. Undici episodi, non tutti riusciti, ritraggono gli amici del regista (che si chiamano Iggy Pop, Tom Waits, Roberto Benigni, Bill Murray, White Stripes) intenti a bere caffè e fumare sigarette. Jarmusch si è preoccupato di dare una sorta di unità narrativa all’intero ciclo di corti, girati in quasi 20 anni, per mezzo di motivi ricorrenti (come le disquisizioni sul fisico croato Tesla!), e risonanze che dessero omogeneità concettuale a un lavoro che poteva risultare sfilacciato. Tutti gli interpellati hanno il loro modo di oziare, disquisire, ma soprattutto di vivere i propri ritagli di libertà e intessere relazioni: alcune sono ciniche e amare (nell’episodio con Alfred Molina e Steve Coogan, ma anche in quello della doppia Cate Blanchett), altre surreali, alcune sottendono forti legami, oppure la volontà di non stabilirli (nell’episodio intitolato Renée). Insomma: dimmi come fumi e bevi caffè e ti dirò chi sei, come vivi la tua “ora d’aria” dalla vita (emblematico Murray che fa il cameriere per liberarsi del proprio ruolo pubblico).

Il finale è dedicato a due anziani in una pausa di lavoro (ma sembrano un po’ nei 5 minuti di ricreazione dalla galera) e restituisce pienamente quella dolcezza e quella malinconia latenti negli altri episodi: dormire o morire, fuggire da sé e dal mondo… essere o non essere?! Non sempre divertente e brillante come vorremmo, Coffe & Cigarettes ci fa lo stesso ricordare, con grande piacere, il primo Jarmusch, quello di Daunbailò, ma soprattutto il Jarmusch di quel capolavoro che è Stranger than paradise. Infine, visti i tempi di ipocrisia iper-salutista, i fumatori non possono che godere di questa lode alla nicotina, con tutto quel che significa: un piccolo piacere velenoso, un gesto fuori dalla computa economica dei giusti effetti. Insomma, la sigaretta come atto di libertà, come infantilismo cui non vogliamo rinunciare, come boccata d’aria pura. Sirchia non la pensa così.

Coffee and Cigarettes, di Jim Jarmush, Usa, 2003, 96 minuti

Cast: Con Roberto Benigni, Steven Wright, Steve Buscemi, Iggy Pop, Tom Waits, Cate Blanchett, Alfred Molina, Bill Murray, Steve Coogan.

Uscita: Venezia 2003, 12 marzo 2004