bir de aynı adlı albümen bir the jam şarkısı.

move move i've got the gift of life
can't you see it in the twinkle of my eye
i can't stand up and i can't sit down
i gotta keep movin' i gotta keep movin'
all the time that gets wasted hating
why don't you move together and make your heart feel better

move move to the beat of this drum
feel it in the wind and the warmth of the sun
don't stand up and don't sit down
keep on movin' keep on movin'
think of the future and make it grow
why don't you move together an' make your heart feel better

take a pinch of white and pinch of black
mix it together and make a movin' flavour
this sort of flavour gets right up their nose

take a pinch of white and pinch of black
you mix it together an' make your heart feel better
move move we got the gift of life
go and shout it from your roof mountain top
give it to me once, give it to me twice
we gotta keep movin' we gotta keep movin'

(eleanor rigby - 28 Haziran 2002 19:55)

çok net hatırlayamamakla birlikte bu filmle ilgili aklımda en net şu olay kalmıştır. çok zekice..

--- spoiler ---
araba tamircisi, sorunlu eleman babasından nefret eder. rüyalarında hala o "mavi elmas"ı gördüğünü söyler, "beni babam mahvetti" türü şeyler sürekli. biz de babası bu çocuğa ne yapmış bir türlü anlamayız. ama babasını yaktığı sahnenin son karesinde kamera babanın göbeğine zoom yapar. işte o esnada adamın göbek deliğinin altında mavi bir elmas dövmesinin olduğunu görürüz. korkunç!
--- spoiler ---

(sir gawain - 27 Ocak 2009 23:56)

okurken, christmas icin yapilmis amerikan tv filmi izliyormussunuz hissine kapilabileceginiz bir cecelia ahern kitabi.

(ilk goz agrisi - 2 Ekim 2011 16:30)

oldukça sürükleyici bir seether şarkısı.

girişi bile yeter;

"hold me now i need to feel relief
like i never wanted anything"

(clark sehir - 16 Eylül 2012 19:00)

internetin her yerinde çarşaf çarşaf yazsa da buraya da yazacağım bu diyaloğu, çünü bu diyalog zor geçen gecelerin sabahında yaşamak için bana güç vermektedir.

dünyanın en güzel dizilerinden birini buffy the vampire slayer yapan bölümdür. efsanedir.

--- spoiler ---
dawn, listen to me. listen. i love you. i will *always* love you. but this is the work that i have to do. tell giles... tell giles i figured it out. and, and i'm okay. and give my love to my friends. you have to take care of them now. you have to take care of each other. you have to be strong. dawn, the hardest thing in this world... is to live in it. be brave. live. for me.
--- spoiler ---

(daughtear - 2 Ekim 2012 07:16)

filmin turkiyedeki afisine bakildginda ust tarafta oyuncularin isimleri gorulmektedir. burada ilginc bir detay gorunmektedir ki ana kadro icinde cate blanchettin ismi iki kere gecmektedir. sanirsiniz ki filmde iki farkli rolde oynuyor. ancak oyle birsey olmadigi malum. oldukca komik bir basim hatasidir.

(razorlines - 24 Temmuz 2003 10:40)

1967 cikisli white light white heat'in ikinci parcasi. 8 dakika 19 saniye boyunca lou reed'in yazdigini john cale sol kanaldan okuyor sag kanalda ise velvets sakin sakin caliyor...

waldo jeffers had reached his limit. it was now mid-august which meant he had
been separated from marsha for more than two months. two months, and all he had
to show was three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone
calls. true, when school had ended and she'd returned to wisconsin, and he to
locust, pennsylvania, she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity. she would
date occasionally, but merely as amusement. she would remain faithful.

but lately waldo had begun to worry. he had trouble sleeping at night and when
he did, he had horrible dreams. he lay awake at night, tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of
some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion.
it was more than the human mind could bear.

visions of marsha's faithlessness haunted him. daytime fantasies of sexual
abandon permeated his thoughts. and the thing was, they wouldn't understand how
she really was. he, waldo, alone understood this. he had intuitively grasped
every nook and cranny of her psyche. he had made her smile. she needed him, and
he wasn't there (awww...).

the idea came to him on the thursday before the mummers' parade was scheduled
to appear. he'd just finished mowing and etching the edelsons lawn for a dollar
fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from
marsha. there was nothing but a circular from the amalgamated aluminum company
of america inquiring into his awing needs. at least they cared enough to write.

it was a new york company. you could go anywhere in the mails. then it struck
him. he didn't have enough money to go to wisconsin in the accepted fashion,
true, but why not mail himself? it was absurdly simple. he would ship himself
parcel post, special delivery. the next day waldo went to the supermarket to
purchase the necessary equipment. he bought masking tape, a staple gun and a
medium sized cardboard box just right for a person of his build. he judged that
with a minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably. a few airholes,
some water, perhaps some midnight snacks, and it would probably be as good as
going tourist.

by friday afternoon, waldo was set. he was thoroughly packed and the post
office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. he'd marked the package
"fragile", and as he sat curled up inside, resting on the foam rubber
cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried to picture the look of awe and
happiness on marshas face as she opened her door, saw the package, tipped the
deliverer, and then opened it to see her waldo finally there in person. she
would kiss him, and then maybe they could see a movie. if he'd only thought of
this before. suddenly rough hands gripped his package and he felt himself borne
up. he landed with a thud in a truck and was off.

marsha bronson had just finished setting her hair. it had been a very rough
weekend. she had to remember not to drink like that. bill had been nice about
it though. after it was over he'd said he still respected her and, after all,
it was certainly the way of nature, and even though, no he didn't love her, he
did feel an affection for her. and after all, they were grown adults. oh, what
bill could teach waldo - but that seemed many years ago.

sheila klein, her very, very best friend, walked in through the porch screen
door and into the kitchen. "oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside." "ach, i
know what you mean, i feel all icky!" marsha tightened the belt on her cotton
robe with the silk outer edge. sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on
the kitchen table, licked her finger and made a face. "i'm supposed to be
taking these salt pills, but," she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like
throwing up." marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she'd
seen on television. "god, don't even talk about that." she got up from the
table and went to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue
vitamins. "want one? supposed to be better than steak," and then attempted to
touch her knees. "i don't think i'll ever touch a daiquiri again."

she gave up and sat down, this time nearer the small table that supported the
telephone. "maybe bill'll call," she said to sheila's glance. sheila nibbled on
a cuticle. "after last night, i thought maybe you'd be through with him." "i
know what you mean. my god, he was like an octopus. hands all over the place."
she gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. "the thing is, after a
while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after all i didn't
really do anything friday and saturday so i kind of owed it to him. you know
what i mean." she started to scratch. sheila was giggling with her hand over
her mouth. "i'll tell you, i felt the same way, and even after a while," here
she bent forward in a whisper, "i wanted to!" now she was laughing very loudly.

it was at this point that mr. jameson of the clarence darrow post office rang
the doorbell of the large stucco colored frame house. when marsha bronson
opened the door, he helped her carry the package in. he had his yellow and his
green slips of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip that marsha had
gotten out of her mother's small beige pocketbook in the den. "what do you
think it is?" sheila asked. marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back.
she stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living
room. "i dunno."

inside the package, waldo quivered with excitement as he listened to the
muffled voices. sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape that ran down
the center of the carton. "why don't you look at the return address and see who
it's from?" waldo felt his heart beating. he could feel the
vibrating footsteps. it would be soon.

marsha walked around the carton and read the ink-scratched label. "ah, god,
it's from waldo!" "that schmuck!" said sheila. waldo trembled with expectation.
"well, you might as well open it," said sheila. both of them tried to lift the
staple flap. "ah sst," said marsha, groaning, "he must have nailed it shut."
they tugged on the flap again. "my god, you need a power drill to get this
thing open!" they pulled again. "you can't get a grip." they both stood still,
breathing heavily.

"why don't you get a scissor," said sheila. marsha ran into the kitchen, but
all she could find was a little sewing scissor. then she remembered that her
father kept a collection of tools in the basement. she ran downstairs, and when
she came back up, she had a large sheet metal cutter
in her hand. "this is the best i could find." she was very out of breath.
"here, you do it. i-i'm gonna die." she sank into a large fluffy couch and
exhaled noisily. sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape and the
end of the cardboard flap, but the blade was too big and there wasn't enough
room. "god damn this thing!" she said feeling very exasperated. then smiling,
"i got an idea." "what?" said marsha. "just watch," said sheila, touching her
finger to her head.

inside the package, waldo was so transfixed with excitement that he could
hardly breathe. his skin felt prickly from the heat, and he could feel his
heart beating in his throat. it would be soon. sheila stood quite upright and
walked around to the other side of the package. then she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package, through the masking tape, through
the cardboard, through the cushioning and (thud) right through the center of
waldo jeffers head, which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs of red
to pulsate gently in the morning sun.

(dirtyharry - 4 Eylül 2003 02:15)

buffy the vampire slayer'in 5. sezonunun son bolumu. glory ortaligin amina koymaktadir, dawn'un kaninin akmasiyla cinler boyutuna bir portal acilacaktir, yani bildigimiz apocalypse hesabi.. i$ yine buffy'e du$er, ve olaylar geli$ir.

(skatanic - 9 Ekim 2003 19:55)

annie nin tanık olarak dinlendiği sahnede nedendir bilinmez izleyenin gözünü yaşartmış film. galiba cate blanchett dalında en iyilerden.

(flut - 11 Aralık 2003 16:23)

john cale'in bet sesini dinlemek istemeyenler için şarkının enstrümantal versiyonu.

(kumesizsoyutidealist - 13 Kasım 2013 23:25)

süper bir gerilim filmi. özellikle kadın başrol oyuncusunu kutluyorum oyunculuğundan dolayı.
ama filmde keanu reeves'in yardımcı oyuncu konumunda olması garibime gitti.

(psi - 16 Mayıs 2001 17:16)

hoş bir kısa film

(yesil gandalfiye - 2 Mart 2015 14:09)

o denli denyo filmler (bkz: pearl harbor) yere göğe konulamaz, bir çok film^* "abi ama efektleri süperdi" diye adamdan sayılır iken the gift, ya da türkiye'de oynadığı ismi ile 3. göz, hem kurgusuyla hem de hiçbir efekt kullanmadan çok güzel yansıtabildiği dream sequence'ları ve çeşitli gerilim sahneleri ile bence göz dolduruyordu. hepsi bir yana filmin sonuna kadar tahmin edemediğimiz sonu, bu sona ulaştırmak için verdiği ayrıntılar ve bu ayrıntıları yansıtırken kullandığı saman altı close-up'lar, bizi hercule poirot rolüne soyunduran (ve son dakikalara kadar patlamamıza sebep olan) akışı ile film bence kesinlikle kötü değil, aksine kendi türünde başarılı addedilmesi gereken bir popüler çalışma idi. cate blanchett esp sahibi egzantrik kadın rolüne pek uygun, bunun yanı sıra herkes "allahın siktirettiği yer brixton'lı" imajını epey güzel yansıtmış, wasted southerner, redneck gibi kavramların canlı kanıtı bir takım insanlar olarak (rol icabı) ortamda yerlerini almışlar.

(cheja - 23 Ağustos 2001 03:18)

keanu reeves'in sinirli adam rolune iyi gittiği, fazla üstün bir yani olmayan film... kimin suçlu oldugu bir yana, kimin suçlu olmadıgı son derece açık olan bir film...

(portakal - 23 Ağustos 2001 03:21)

newage: oha dolaba bak kesin gerilicez
portakal: abi sen şu koridora bak normal zamanda gerilirsin zaten burda
newage: aha arkasını dönücek dolapta asılı bişey görücek gerilicez
portakal: kadının cesedi görecek
cate blanchett arkasını döner, yerde su vardır sadece
portakal & newage: aeaaaeaeea

(portakal - 23 Ağustos 2001 03:23)

kadın oyuncak kamyonete tekme atarkene bi ses çıkıyoki sanırsınız zincirleme trafik kazası oldu..o nasıl ses çıkarma çoşkusudur yarabbi...allah akıl fikir ihsan eylesin

(marlon - 28 Ağustos 2001 18:42)

1968 model velvet underground albümü white light white heatte bulunan yedi dakikalık şarkı. aslında şarkı demek çok da doğru değil çünkü john cale, vahşi bir pschedelic jamin üzerine radyofonik olarak sözleri okumuştur. söz dediğimiz de aslında reedin seneler önce üniversitedeyken yazdığı ürkünç bir hikaye. the murder mysterydeki gibi ilginç bir teknikle kaydı yapılmıştır. bir hoparlörden calein sesi gelir, diğerinden bahsi edilen psychedeli jamin tınıları duyulur. bir hoparlördeki sesi kesince geriye sadece diğeri kalır; isteğinize göre calein tekinsizlikle okuduğu hikayeyi, isterseniz velvet underground usulü jami dinleyebilirsiniz. ilk dakikayı, 24 veya 25 saniye geçerken, tüm grup üyeleri bir ağızdan "awww" nidasını yayarlar.

waldo jeffers had reached his limit. it was now mid-august which meant he had
been separated from marsha for more than two months. two months, and all he had
to show was three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone
calls. true, when school had ended and she'd returned to wisconsin, and he to
locust, pennsylvania, she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity. she would
date occasionally, but merely as amusement. she would remain faithful.

but lately waldo had begun to worry. he had trouble sleeping at night and when
he did, he had horrible dreams. he lay awake at night, tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of
some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion.
it was more than the human mind could bear.

visions of marsha's faithlessness haunted him. daytime fantasies of sexual
abandon permeated his thoughts. and the thing was, they wouldn't understand how
she really was. he, waldo, alone understood this. he had intuitively grasped
every nook and cranny of her psyche. he had made her smile. she needed him, and
he wasn't there (awww...).

the idea came to him on the thursday before the mummers' parade was scheduled
to appear. he'd just finished mowing and etching the edelsons lawn for a dollar
fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from
marsha. there was nothing but a circular from the amalgamated aluminum company
of america inquiring into his awing needs. at least they cared enough to write.

it was a new york company. you could go anywhere in the mails. then it struck
him. he didn't have enough money to go to wisconsin in the accepted fashion,
true, but why not mail himself? it was absurdly simple. he would ship himself
parcel post, special delivery. the next day waldo went to the supermarket to
purchase the necessary equipment. he bought masking tape, a staple gun and a
medium sized cardboard box just right for a person of his build. he judged that
with a minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably. a few airholes,
some water, perhaps some midnight snacks, and it would probably be as good as
going tourist.

by friday afternoon, waldo was set. he was thoroughly packed and the post
office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. he'd marked the package
"fragile", and as he sat curled up inside, resting on the foam rubber
cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried to picture the look of awe and
happiness on marshas face as she opened her door, saw the package, tipped the
deliverer, and then opened it to see her waldo finally there in person. she
would kiss him, and then maybe they could see a movie. if he'd only thought of
this before. suddenly rough hands gripped his package and he felt himself borne
up. he landed with a thud in a truck and was off.

marsha bronson had just finished setting her hair. it had been a very rough
weekend. she had to remember not to drink like that. bill had been nice about
it though. after it was over he'd said he still respected her and, after all,
it was certainly the way of nature, and even though, no he didn't love her, he
did feel an affection for her. and after all, they were grown adults. oh, what
bill could teach waldo - but that seemed many years ago.

sheila klein, her very, very best friend, walked in through the porch screen
door and into the kitchen. "oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside." "ach, i
know what you mean, i feel all icky!" marsha tightened the belt on her cotton
robe with the silk outer edge. sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on
the kitchen table, licked her finger and made a face. "i'm supposed to be
taking these salt pills, but," she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like
throwing up." marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she'd
seen on television. "god, don't even talk about that." she got up from the
table and went to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue
vitamins. "want one? supposed to be better than steak," and then attempted to
touch her knees. "i don't think i'll ever touch a daiquiri again."

she gave up and sat down, this time nearer the small table that supported the
telephone. "maybe bill'll call," she said to sheila's glance. sheila nibbled on
a cuticle. "after last night, i thought maybe you'd be through with him." "i
know what you mean. my god, he was like an octopus. hands all over the place."
she gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. "the thing is, after a
while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after all i didn't
really do anything friday and saturday so i kind of owed it to him. you know
what i mean." she started to scratch. sheila was giggling with her hand over
her mouth. "i'll tell you, i felt the same way, and even after a while," here
she bent forward in a whisper, "i wanted to!" now she was laughing very loudly.

it was at this point that mr. jameson of the clarence darrow post office rang
the doorbell of the large stucco colored frame house. when marsha bronson
opened the door, he helped her carry the package in. he had his yellow and his
green slips of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip that marsha had
gotten out of her mother's small beige pocketbook in the den. "what do you
think it is?" sheila asked. marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back.
she stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living
room. "i dunno."

inside the package, waldo quivered with excitement as he listened to the
muffled voices. sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape that ran down
the center of the carton. "why don't you look at the return address and see who
it's from?" waldo felt his heart beating. he could feel the
vibrating footsteps. it would be soon.

marsha walked around the carton and read the ink-scratched label. "ah, god,
it's from waldo!" "that schmuck!" said sheila. waldo trembled with expectation.
"well, you might as well open it," said sheila. both of them tried to lift the
staple flap. "ah sst," said marsha, groaning, "he must have nailed it shut."
they tugged on the flap again. "my god, you need a power drill to get this
thing open!" they pulled again. "you can't get a grip." they both stood still,
breathing heavily.

"why don't you get a scissor," said sheila. marsha ran into the kitchen, but
all she could find was a little sewing scissor. then she remembered that her
father kept a collection of tools in the basement. she ran downstairs, and when
she came back up, she had a large sheet metal cutter
in her hand. "this is the best i could find." she was very out of breath.
"here, you do it. i-i'm gonna die." she sank into a large fluffy couch and
exhaled noisily. sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape and the
end of the cardboard flap, but the blade was too big and there wasn't enough
room. "god damn this thing!" she said feeling very exasperated. then smiling,
"i got an idea." "what?" said marsha. "just watch," said sheila, touching her
finger to her head.

inside the package, waldo was so transfixed with excitement that he could
hardly breathe. his skin felt prickly from the heat, and he could feel his
heart beating in his throat. it would be soon. sheila stood quite upright and
walked around to the other side of the package. then she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package, through the masking tape, through
the cardboard, through the cushioning and (thud) right through the center of
waldo jeffers head, which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs of red
to pulsate gently in the morning sun.

(electric warrior - 7 Eylül 2001 19:11)

hollywood'un klasik abartılı 6. his senaryolarından farklı olarak müthiş bir doğallığa sahip, fantastik hiç bir yanı olmayan sam raimi film. bu doğallığı, filmde kurulan aile yapısı ve aralarındaki diyaloglarda, altıncı hissi ve tarotu büyücü işi olarak göstermeden vermesinde görebiliriz.

cate blanchett'in bir zamanlar the aviator'daki yapmacık rolüyle antipatimi kazandığı halde bu film sayesinde kendisine hayran olduğumu bile söyleyebilirim. hiç bir zaman sevemediğim katie holmes'tan da nefret ediyorum şu filmden sonra.

(anahita - 6 Ağustos 2005 02:20)

bir seether şarkısı. karma and effect albümünden.

tarifini de yazayim tam olsun

hold me now i need to feel relief
like i never wanted anything
i suppose i'll let this go and find a reason i'll hold on to
i'm so ashamed of defeat
and i'm out of reason to believe in me
i'm out of trying to get by

i'm so afraid of the gift you give me
i don't belong here and i'm not well
i'm so ashamed of the lie i'm living
right on the wrong side of it all

i can't face myself when i wake up
and look inside a mirror
i'm so ashamed of that thing
i suppose i'll let it go
untill i have something more to say for me
i'm so afraid of defeat
and i'm out of reason to believe in me
i'm out of trying to defy

i'm so afraid of the gift you give me
i don't belong here and i'm not well
i'm so ashamed of the lie i'm living
right on the wrong side of it all

hold me now i need to feel complete
like i matter to the one i need

i'm so afraid of the gift you give me
i don't belong here and i'm not well
i'm so ashamed of the lie i'm living
right on the wrong side of it all

now i'm ashamed of this
i am so ashamed of this
now i'm so ashamed of this
i am so ashamed of me...

(zittirulp - 9 Şubat 2006 02:49)

(bkz: giovanni ribisi)

(belit - 18 Ocak 2002 18:12)