This is a copy of a post I wrote yesterday. Damn Li.ru has not saved it.

I wonder why Google translator don't know the word "Unexpectable". I just wanted to check if I wrote it correctly or not.

I have enough strengh only to write a short note about the film I've just watched. I'm dead tired, only Bowie in my playlist keeps me awake. Oh, God, my head, it's feeling like it is going to blow up T_T But i can't leave it for tomorrow because I'm afraid I will forget everything. I'm not even sure that I remember it all now. Well, I'll try. So...

The Satisfaction.

First of all this is my first time I've seen a serious work of Yevgeni Grishkovetz, and, you know, I loved it. I love such films where the  the action is not the most important thing, seeing how people open their souls can be much more interesting. I don't really think that Alexander wanted exactly the satisfaction of his honor, he just needed to figure out why is this all happening to him. Hope he did.

Two men getting drunk and trying to understand themselves. Isn't is exciting?

Yeap. The X-Men: first class.
 Sooo, i didn't make any assumption about this film so i can't say if this film met my expectations or not. Buuuuut...

Dear God, it was gorgeous! Of course, what could i expect, it's Marvel   
Today was my first acquaintance with Michael Fassbender (Inglorious Bastards doesn't count). What can i say, i'm a fan! Join your club, Wallander. I always check if actor is suitable for a role by trying to replace him by another one. Well, i haven't find anyone. Anyone who can be so cold, strong and even cruel but at the same show involuntary that he is just a victim of the occasion, hopelessly devoid of any possibility to be happy ever. Anyone who can express it all in look in his eyes only. Yes, i remember Fiennes' look in his eyes in Onegin, but could you imagine him as a X-Men? :D
McAvoy...Young drunk professor-pacifist :D He's like cute kind daddy for all these noisy naughty assholes  students. Indeed, he made of kittens. Freeman, be careful, you have a serious rival :D

I suspect appearance of a huge amount of fanfics with pairing Charles Xavier/ Eric Lensherr. If you watched the film and didn't noticed anything beyond their friendship, you MUST be blind. Can'twait-can't wait-can'twait. Phooobs, please, don't disappoint us

In my opinion it doesn't make sense to write about any other character/actor. Can you guess why? Because noone can be better then one men, whose participation in the film took about 30 seconds. Judge for yourself, who can be better than really damn drunk Wolverine telling Charles and Eric politely to fuсk off without even looking at them. I'm in love :D

Guess, who is the main evil again? That-guy-with-submarine-with-gay-club-and-nuclear-reactor-inside? Eric? Nooooope. If americans shows Russia (especially Sovet Russia) in their films who can be the evil? Exactly, exactly. Have you seen a contrast of color spectrum between a views of England and Russia? Brrr, it looks like if the hell was on the Earth, it would be located in our the Great and Powerful Homeland.

Damn my English, i've been writing and translating it all for two hours T_T

I wonder what I will dream about tonight?

Despite the fact it is beautiful Мay evening, i can imagine the night when this poem has born. As far as i know, in 1910-s was a kind of turning point in life of Alexander Blok, the time of difficult decisions. In addition to this it was October...The only thing that can be worse than October is November. Cold, rainy and windy nights, everything that was blooming and living all summer is dying slowly and painfully. It's a dreadful time when hopes are dying, and a soul is becoming devastated.  

...Actually, it was just a short digression, a stream of feelings.  At first this post was supposed to be dedicated to one of my favorite modern composers - Sophie Solomon, or rather, her "The light that never dies ". That's obvious that this kind of song was inspired by the poem "Night, Street, Lamp, Pharmacy" written by Alexandr Blok.

Read by Ralph Fiennes:

          It was a very eventual day, i should say. Though, i can't say that i'm very tired, but i feel that i will sleep well today. 
          Thank you a lot, JW. Sometimes i think 'bout my life without you being near to me and i realize that it would be too empty and joyless. Thank you for your existence :)

          I still can't write in English quickly. I have to check every damn word.

          Me and my mom had a quiet peaceful evening. Such evenings have been too rare lately, i should say, but i can't help it, exams are coming, i don't have enough time to spend it with my mom. We had an interesting conversation 'bout the world of cinema, more precisely, 'bout Russian and British actors. The reason we started talking 'bout that is a strange opinion of some russians 'about the russian cinema.  When someone complains that cinema in USSR was much more better than cinema nowadays, they reply that it's just a nostalgy and their complait has no reason. 
         First of all, i'm 16. There can't be any nostalgy, you see. 
         We honestly tried to remember at least one good modern Russian comic actor and figured out, that we can't. Can't remember ANY, while we easily can name at least 7-8 comic Sovet actors, which are still popular. I don't know ANY good modern Russian actress. I hate nauseous Russian TV series.  I can't stand with dull and full of falseness Russian TV shows. Yes, every year about 8-10 films are produced. But talking about sucsess of Russian film industry at least foolishly.
         Thanks God, we have Britain.

I decided to continue the Wallander's post 'bout a veryveryveryveryvery special person. Damn hot person.

Benedict Cumberbatch

Aaaaaaand... *drum roll*....A finger porn! Guess, whose fingers ;)

Я не могу перестать плакать. Я не усну сегодня.
Меня в очередной раз мучает невероятная бедность моего словарного запаса и неумение высказывать то, что я чувствую.
То, что я чувствую просто ужасно.

Я посмотрела документальный фильм о Мэрлин Монро.

Я ещё долго не смогу смотреть фильмы. Я больше никогда не поверю мелодрамам. И уже никогда не смогу смотреть фильмы с Нормой Джин. Не с Мэрлин, с Нормой Джин. Потому что смотреть на чужую невыносимую боль - это жестоко. Та, что там, на экране - ложь, это ложь через силу. Глупенькая блондинка, потаскушка, "просто будь сексуальной, больше от тебя ничего не нужно". Сгоревшая спичка, яркая кратковременная вспышка. Использованнная кукла. Использовать - самое популярное слово в кинематографе, она это поняла слишком хорошо. Женщина-ребёнок, создавшая Мэрлин и всю жизнь пытающаяся её убить, и всё время безуспешно. Она плакала после просмотра очередного фильмы, видя, что от образа Монро ей опять не удалось избавиься. Отчаянно искавшая любовь, находившая похоть. Драма танцовщицы Манон, но в тысячи раз серёзнее и жёстче.
Нет ничего хуже, чем не понимать себя, чем лгать себе, чем в конце концов потерять себя. Я не знаю более несчастного человека, когда-либо существовавщего на этой земле, чем Норма Джин.

Больно было смотреть на строчки, написанные незадолго до смерти, просьбы о помощи. Слушать записи разговора с психоаналитиком.

"Я каждую женщину называла своей мамой".
(О Гейбле)" Я хотела, чтобы он был моим отцом. Я хотела чтобы он понял, как сильно я его люблю."

"Я всё время притворялась, поэтому я мечтала стать актрисой".
"Всё обсуждали её платье, но никто так и не понял, что её платьем была её кожа, живым платьем из плоти". Которое она снять она была не в силах.

Надеюсь, после пересмотра я напишу об этом менее сумбурно. Но я просто обязана запомнить хоть частицу той боли, которую я испытала при просмотре.

Aaaahhh....Вы только посмотрите на его улыбку *____*

Из "Singing in the rain" *_____*

А то момент, когда он говорил "And i`m ready for love!" *_____________*

Качатькачатькачать. Завтра докачаются "Синие небеса", где есть Фред Астер и его "Putting on the ritz" *_____* и поставлю на закачку "Поющие под дождём" :D