We walked, Hiked.
Played in the park.
Found Easter Eggs in our back yard, which we planted…
Ate, together.
It was a perfect day…
My son read to us in German,
from his children’s bible, which told us a rather outlandish
Version of The Passion…
We watched this production of Goethe’s Faust. on-line.
In the evening, I made the mistake of watching a bad movie;
“The Wolf of Wall Street,” with Leonardo di Caprio… a Martin Scorsese, not-so-funny, “black comedy,” about rampant wealth and greed only made more sad by the fact that they were… fairly accurate in the representation of the debauched mentality which, Scorsese’s late night romps with LA Ladies… are well we know about him… the BAD film was released as “a gift to mankind,” on December 25th, 2013, nominated for not one or two academy awards, but five of them. It is a trashy, jammed packed with depictions of gratuitous sex; botched Faustian story; without needed gravitas, tales of breaking every rule and yet not paying any price for one’s actions are half-baked childish fantasies that encourage an understanding that grossly distorted overblown pleasure might be the HOLY GRAIL of human achievement… as though making money, gambling with people’s lives is FUNNY… Hah! Hah! NOT in my book, Mr. Scorsese… nope … not yet anyway… I mean, really who am I to judge this guy… I’d make just as bad a film… maybe…. but with such a big budget and great actors… some mainstream sadists must find it amusing to experience power over others, if only as a consumer in a movie theatre fantasy… the film is indeed worthy of a chuckle.
More over I’ll admit that being a rather handsome male of some European background, Polish, I think… with smashing curtain thick hair and shimmering eyes, Di Caprio almost makes being worthless look good.
“Limitless,” being another American film, in the similar language of , “OH FUN, we get to witness a loser become someone extraordinary because he did what… took an expensive pill… what? Is this a veiled ad for pharmaceutical companies or what? Strange:.. seeing that film, also at home in some brainless sleepy state; left me feeling that the convention of showing that drugs, cheating, and dishonesty are not FUN rather destructive forces, which was standard decades ago, when the agenda of getting film consumers to continue visiting theaters, downloading and paying for content, no matter what the price to self maybe in seeing such debased imagery which trumped the concept that empty humans whose achievement lies solely in circumstance, lies, magic pills, and special powders which give the protagonists super-human powers; had not surpassed the commitment to encouraging compliance with laws rather than the current program which seems to advocate lawlessness and “Brave New World,” pill popping as a means of achieving übermensch status.
Today, the day after Easter… I realize devoting any time or consideration to such fluffy stuff as these trivial and utterly forgettable clumsy films feels like a violation of the self. (Yet, note how I continue to prove myself a hypocrite by writing and rewriting this piece to a high lustre, before removing it to the achieves under, Zoom in with Frau kolb.) The ideals, the values celebrated in the film are nauseatingly cruel and sadistic, even its canned notions of blond beauty, are dated and tired (in the Scorsese film, specifically). Muses in my understanding are never icy eyed chiseled piece of porcelain perfection, rather an exciting being…on the brink of discovery… a true and honest MUSE is beautiful, anything else is superficial luster, sure to fade and tarnish. “The Wolf of Wall Street,” is a lame film; so enthralled with its own decadent representation of text book glamour; steeped in the odious marvel of self destruction.; why would Frau Kolb or anyone else want to waste their precious time watching a film about souls being undervalued by sex and drug crazed stockbrokers?