Favorite films

  • Tokyo Story
  • Moonrise Kingdom
  • Love & Revenge
  • The Days I Don’t Exist

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  • The Days I Don’t Exist


  • A Charlie Brown Valentine

  • Four Seasons: Natsuko


Recent reviews

  • Four Seasons: Natsuko

    Four Seasons: Natsuko


    Autumn with the golden branches...
    Maple, lime-trees, taking pleasure,
    stick their twigs inside, like clutches,
    searching for someone they treasure.

    They are gone, our dear losses,
    in the homely yard the crescent
    marks with beams of light on crosses
    that we'll join them in the basement.

    Going trough the troubles wholly
    we shall go like this to welkin.
    All the winding roads are only
    for the living beings welcome.

    Come, sit down here, my dearest,
    let me look into your face.
    I will listen to the tempest
    under your submissive gaze.

    Sergei Yesenin

  • Love & Revenge

    Love & Revenge


    Refreshing! I still find this "serious camp" look very energizing & attractive

Popular reviews

  • Guns of the Trees

    Guns of the Trees


    The debut of all debuts. At the beginning, Jonas declares that it's an unfinished piece of film, and I know that it will always be unfinished no matter how complete it was, because it extends into me.

    "The state of happiness is when you’re with friends and you have food and good conversation and lifted voices and you drink and eventually, where I come from, we sing and dance. It’s an intense moment of existence. There are many people who…

  • Four Seasons: Natsuko

    Four Seasons: Natsuko


    "Let's sit down here, my dearest,
    Look and see how much I care.
    I will listen to the tempest
    Under your submissive stare.

    All this golden vegetation
    And this fair lock of hair,
    They have come just like salvation
    Of the loafer free of care.

    Long ago I left my village
    With the blooming fields and thicket,
    Tempted by the city image
    And the life of fame, so wicked.

    So I buried in oblivion
    Orchard, summer I enjoyed
    Where I, to the frogs' singing,
    Raised myself to be a poet."

    - Sergei Yesenin, 1923