Aftertaste: Enter the Void

Gaspard Noe did it again! this time with acid neon in tokyo redlight destrict and haunting environment of hallucinogen and of course, what he famous for, hurting audience feeling and giving severe nausea. "Enter the Void" is the latest film came out in 2009, eight years after this french bad boy shocked the world with Irriversible. It is almost three hour of unpredictable jarring sequences. The film starts with opening credit with electronic music (the track is "Freak" by LFO), gaudy neon light typography and the title pops out abruptedly as a sign of what's about to come. Then we are introduced to Oscar and Linda, two brother and sister in tokyo through the eye of the brother in Being-John-Malkovich-like view point.  We fully potray him and get every single details he does, even the blink of his eyes. The brother, Oscar is an employed drug dealer who live dangerously day by day and the sister revolves with sex and lust in the strip club. Then after Oscar got shot to death by japanese police, we get throwned out of his body, floating all over the place and found ourselves in the unbearable tragedy crashed over and over. The plot dissolves into childhood flashback, switching back and forth with fragments of impure reality which narrated beautifully with semi-visual effect. Ultimately we learned about how the siblings should never leave each other and almost beg for them a second chance. What worse than Irreversible is that the tragedies come without warning, some of them show up spilt second after sweet pictures. You are not ready to close your eyes. Consequently, Enter the Void audience completely divided into two groups of extremely different opinions. One group hate it because it is exceedingly long, illogical and emotional abusive. The other think it's an awesome movie because it is long, illogical and emotional abusive (and yet very deep). Enter the Void: Trailer


I hate this movie...i hate it but i just can't stop talking about it.

Mark Weaver

today i came across the most magnificent illustration collection called "make something every day" by Mark Weaver, an illustrator from Boston. i was literally stunned by its tone, playfulness in its minimalist hyper-creativity and every other marvel i would possibly attempt to elaborate. check out his site and tell me who doesn't want make something like this every day.

Visualized

"Beyond the closed curtain, up above all rooftops to the Bangkok sky, there was no more boisterousness of the crowd, no sign of life. Only in the humid shady sky where huge numbers of fat cloud are floating slowly, forecasting the snoring bourgeoisies for the soon coming rain. The glittering stars are all behind everything. They are petite and unimportant, trying hard to shed the light down to earth but they can’t be recognized. Even though people are sleeping, Bangkok city never sleep even when it seems like. The systems still goes on like ant civilization under the pile of old magazines. Lives are just hiding under the roofs. While the needle ticks every second away, hands are still moving … silently. Some are dancing in the dark, some are waiting, some are hoping, some are giving themselves the one last chance from another failure. But stars mean nothing to them as well as fairy tales. They do no longer exist to them since they have electricity. Stars are only there to hold people’s secret, one for each."

an excerpt from my short story "701,702 and room unknown" , photography by my lovely friend Aei

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