På vift i Lund&Oldenburg på filmfestival!
Jag i bilen på väg ner till Lund, och sedan vidare mot Oldenburg!
Lite käk innan filmvisningen!
Linus och Dylan kikar på film =)
Jag i Oldenburg, Kulturhuset, framför Filmaffischen!
Man måste ju få lattja lite, eller hur ;P
På matjakt i Oldenburg!
Synd att de inte hade öppet, annars hade det varit skoj att käka en Krusty Burger! Haha!!
Kulturhuset i Oldenburg, haha syns eller hur?
Och så här såg det ut innuti, underbar plats!! Här hölls även den stora avslutningsfesten senare!
Efter visningen i Oldenburg bestämde sig Jag, Linus och Malmsten för att dra till hotellet och göra oss iordning inför kvällen, var i stort behov av en öl efter ett par nätters dålig sömn så Hotellpersonalen öppnade baren och vi var åter på g.
Så blev det jättebråttom och vi blev skjutsade till "The Reception" (stavning? /Betydelse? -hahahh)
Där serverades chanpange och folt var mycket mycket trevliga...
Efteråt var det prisutdelning och filmvisning, härligt. Jag hade en sprängande huvudvärk och gjorde mitt yttersta för att vara pigg, alert och trevlig. Hoppas jag lyckades någorlunda... Kul var det iaf!!
Den här killen hette Matt...någonting Modine, folk verkade mycket intresserade av honom så jag antar att han var mycket betydelsefull.
Så forslades vi vidare till "minglet". Jag hade hört att det skulle serveras alkohol och PLOCKMAT så jag var vid någorlunda gott mod trots sprängande huvudväerk.
Direkt när ja kom in hörde jag en söt servitris ropa "...Tiramisu!" , Jag, i hopp om att bli av med huvudontet, mer eller mindre flyger på henne, sliter åt mig en Tiramisu och ställer mig i lämpligt hörn redo att smaska.
Då upp täcker jajg till min förvåning en torkad baconskiva nerstoppad i den här smarriga efterrätten...
Dumt nog reflekterar jag inte mycket över detta utan plockar bort den, tar en stor sked av älsklingsefterätten och stoppar i munnen...
Detta var en av de värre saker jag upplevt faktiskt.
Jag måste ha missat att den söta servitrisen sa "Bacontiramisu"...
Den söta och smaskiga krämen som jag förväntade mig smakade som en blandning av majonäs, söt grädde och nermaldbacon...
Och ovanpå (där det BORDE finnas ett lager smarrig kakao) låg det en halv cm tjock gele som jag skullebeskriva som extremt koncentrerat korvspad i geleform...
(Det understa lagret nådde jag inte med min första och enda tugga, tur i oturen kanske?)
Jag får hur som en smärre chock, sväljer snabbare än snabbast, ställer min bacontiramisu bakom en blomkruka, haffar en annan servitris och får ett glas vin, sveper detta och mår genast, om möjligt, ännu sämre.
Under de timmar vi var på minglet bars det ut diverse skumma smårätter jag inte vågade smaka, bland annat ett gäng flaskor med soppa i...hmm...?
Minglade runt så gott det gick, efter ett bra tag hör jag någon säga "tiramisu" igen, smyger runt och kikar lite, ser inget bacon nerstuckna i dessa så tar 2 stycken, ställer mig i samma hörn, tar en betydligt mindre tugga och...Mmmm....! YEEES!!!
Ahh, lyckan var total, huvudvärken som bortblåst och livet leker. Sen, lagom tills jag mulat i mig båda mina små favvoefterrätter så är det dags för själva festen...
Kvällens, för min del sista foto, precis innan vi drog vidare till kalaset. Stannade bara en kort stund fick sedan skjuts tillbaka till hotellet.
Just det ja! "Våran" fantastiska VIP-bil, wow säger jag bara, vilket åk!
Fotografering!
Gick rätt knaggligt i början, vad är det som händer med mig när en kamera tas fram?? Först blev jag helt blank och undrade vad jag gjorde där, men, efter att tag lossnade det och det rullade på. Hamnade i ett härligt flow och mådde gott, blev ett par riktiga kanonbilder!!
Här har vi ett itet smakprov så länge =)
Sminkning - Maria Bergsten
Foto - Tommy Jonasson
bluebox
HAHA, underbara påsklämmor!
Skojjig kattermometer!
Skum kissemiss som klänger på rutan!
(obs!!! Bör ej användas PÅ katter)
Älskar den här coola pippin!!
Nyckelknippa med bördinamnam och när man kommer em ställer man bara in den i sin holk!
Mjölk till kaffet?
Såå gulliga knlänypor!
Mera pippifågel åt folket!
www.bluebox.se
20 sockerhöga 7åringar, någon?
Oh, varit lekledare på lillasysters kalas idag!
Jag börjar seriöst tvivla på mina ledaregenskaper... Jisses...
Fast, 20 st sockerhöga 7åringar kanske inte är så många som klarar av?
Känner mig hur som rätt paj...
Syns de??
Riktigt kul var det hursom!
Nu sovelura, träffa lilla frö imorgon igen å sen snackra lite med
Janne om vårt nya spännande projekt!!
onödiga saker
Av någon anledning diggar jag onödiga saker väldigt mycket, här e lite jox från bluebox.se!
Här en tandtrådshållare!
Riktigt kul grej! skruva på den är fräna tankreämskorken å figuren kräks på din tandborst! HAHA!
Mr. Suicide! Badkarspropp! Stööört kul!
Ja... varför inte? En duschmössa!
Och vill ni överraska moi?
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Skrivit om Marianne
Krister is feeling the boot-heel of karma kick him pretty hard for his past transgressions. After abandoning his wife, Eva, and daughter, Sandra, for a secret mistress, he grudgingly returns to support them when Eva has an unplanned pregnancy. The years of juggling a dual-life between his wife and daughter and his mistress have resulted in his lovely blonde 10 year-old rebelling into a goth-and-piercing lifestyle, complete with dropping out of school and dating a significantly older boy, a slacker pothead who believes in elves and wicca. This is how Krister sees things and compensates with authoritarian airs after his disregard. Life goes on with a young baby girl in the house and a storm cloud of resentment between Eva and Sandra over Krister's flip-flopping and Eva's ability to forgive. The breaking point arrives on an evening with Sandra babysitting at home with her parents out on a date. A nasty car accident en route to the restaurant leaves Eva dead and Krister reaping all the grief he has sown on an single event that was (Swedish black irony?) beyond his control. Left with one daughter that hates him and an infant that cries all night for its absent mother who will never return, the fresh widower begins to suffer from a severe case of insomnia. It is a potentially paralytic one according to his therapist (the always wonderful Peter Stormare) as a recurring nightmare of a ghost with clicking high heels and a shrieking wail constricts his chest and will not let him rest. Marianne draws its folklore DNA from the Nordic Mare, which not coincidentally (if one is etymologically inclined) is the latter half of the word "nightmare."
The challenge for this haunting drama, that is a drama about haunting, to find its audience may be a mighty one. It is far too restrained for the genre crowd, even by the high standard of drama-before-horror set by its Swedish cousin, Let The Right One In. And yet the film prominently features its lead being haunted by a spectre from the folklore of northern Sweden; a marketing hook no publicity department is going to let slip. The trap is to avoid false expectations. Brimming with guilt anxiety and father failure, tonally it is somewhere between Alex De La Iglesia's The Baby's Room and Stanley Kubrick's The Shining. Shot in northern Sweden, far enough north that the sun only goes down far enough to achieve a hazy twilight state: Kristen's state of mind, and his own cognizance of adult responsibility. First time filmmaker Filip Tegstedt has lensed a film with surprisingly mature visual polish on a shoestring budget which nevertheless liquidated his life savings. Clearly the director has a thing for Kubrick's Stephen King adaptation, as Marianne features several arresting Steadicam shots and favours long takes, both of which are attuned to the characters or films states of being. An opening overhead vehicle shot echoes the master without looking like direct theft and a scene late in the film features Krister as a deadringer for a certain lowered (and low-lit) Jack Torrance Neanderthal-brow.
But similarities end there, as human drama takes front and center over the supernatural. While Krister tries in vain to step up as a father figure, his daughter moves out with her boyfriend, who takes an interest in Krister's problems, offering him a folklore cure. Convinced that the spirit is real, and spurred on, much to the chagrin of her daughter, by his new 'spiritual adviser,' Krister falls further into his delusional funk. Nevertheless, I like how the film has it both ways, folklore vs. Freud. When father and daughter attempt to come to grips with the gulf caused by yet a further tragedy (which I certainly won't spoil) their scene is emotional and honest enough to make my cynical eyes well up. This is a credit to the top shelf cast giving performances that belie the genre of film they are in. Veteran Swedish TV star Thomas Hedengran gives a stellar performance, anchoring a character who is at all turns unlikable, but disarmingly earns a form audience forgiveness. This might be as much due to the direction. Take the aforementioned Steadicam work which follows Krister chasing ghosts in slow motion down a corridor. The shot somehow, and I will venture against all odds, exudes sympathy with simple camera language. The few nightmare scenes are more than successful at indicating the degree of emotional torment resulting from pent up guilt and engendering empathy from anyone who has screwed up in one capacity or another and lost a few nights sleep over it.
Hedengran has great chemistry with young actress Sandra Larsson, and their big scene, perhaps a moment where she becomes the adult and he regresses to the child, is a moment that justifies all of the careful character and family moments which occupy the bulk of the films running time. As the story grimly, but quite believably, marches into Edgar Allen Poe territory all the pieces laid in place over the course of the film coagulate into a cohesive (and unconventional) whole. After all, this is a film about the physical and mental effects guilt. As more and more is piled on, transgressions real or imagined, the likelyhood of being crushed, either mentally and physically (but likely both) by the burden approaches certainty. Tegstedt offers no cheap thrills. There are no CGI beasties or sound induced jumpscares, both typically a requisite for the genre. Rather he plays things logically to its haunting conclusion.
A film that subtly uses the language of domestic drama to craft a realistic and true horror film is a brave thing to attempt with a first feature. Somebody, please, get Guillermo del Toro in contact with Philip Tegstedt because here is a young director with the chops to make a The Devil's Backbone or a Pan's Labyrinth if he were given the finances and freedom to do so. In fact, he may well already have done the former with Marianne. By that yardstick, I'd like to see him have a crack at something along the lines of the latter
psychological horror
EUROPEAN horror is fast-becoming a better prospect for all things scary than the cliche-ridden dross being churned out by Hollywood.
Now it’s the turn of Swedish director Filip Tegstedt and his debut feature, Marianne.
A slow-burning psychological horror, it’s the tale of a grieving husband attempting to hold together his family while dealing with all-too-real nightmares.
Krister (Thomas Hedengran) is just coming to terms with the death of his wife Eva (Tintin Anderson) in a car crash. Whilst dealing with the aftermath of that life-changing incident, he also has to handle his wayward teenage daughter Sandra (Sandra Larsson) and new baby Linnea.
However, his task of recovering and keeping the family together is made more difficult by haunting memories of the past and the fact he is now being stalked at night by visions of a women in green – Swedish folklore describes such a being as a Mare.
Trying to find answers to what is going on he turns to psychologist Sven (Peter Stormare).
As Krister’s home life spirals out of his control, the nightmarish visions intensify leaving him on the brink of becoming a broken man. Are the visions real or just a reaction to the stress he finds himself under?
The most notable aspect of Marianne is the attention to detail with the characters. Hedengran is believable as a man on the edge. It’s hard not to sympathise with his situation. However, any sympathy is countered by actions earlier in his life that have led to a conflict with his older daughter, Sandra.
And what of newcomer Larsson? She is very impressive with a constant look of melancholy in her eyes. She has no respect for her father and is continually going against his wishes as a reaction to what she witnessed as a child.
The score also plays a major part in what goes on onscreen – and that’s testament to the work by composer Mikael Junehag. At times it’s disorienting and helps create an atmosphere of dread.
Possibly the only negative about Marianne is some of the flashback scenes which cut in quite abruptly leaving the viewer wondering what it is they are watching. This can be quite jarring in certain respects, but is a minor fault in a very impressive debut.
Director Tegstedt gets his character development spot on and his use of sound and visuals ensure viewers will be on the edge of their seats when it’s required. Blood and guts isn’t the order of the day for this smart horror – apart from one scene which comes out of left-field, but is impressive in maintaining the overall tone of the film without being gratuitous.
Add in a couple of nice twists and Marianne is an extremely accomplished debut that will get under the skin.
-Posted by Garry McConnachie on July 29, 2011 at 2:20 pm
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Inkompetenta wannabes SVT
Men, ikke. Om det inte är som så att jag missat något nu så skulle jag vilja slänga in en fetingröst för att SVT börjar med något som heter förberedelser, man an även ha castings för programledare, på så vis kan man kan man i alla fall få en liten idé om hur de pratar, intervjuar, ...ehh utstrålning..?
Shit, den där muppiga saken med micken som pratade mellan spelningarna hade NOLL KOLL, svamlade och vid ett tillfälle står han med ryggen (!!!) mot kameran och pratar! Whaaat??
Blir lite fundersam här.
Men, Metallica ägde. Efter spelningen kändes det som om de inte ville gå av scenen. Härligt.
Oldisar jag inte skulle säga nej till...
Lika som bär?
Drömde om lillla Frö inatt! Sötaste lilla gosnosen min! ♥
Lika som bär?
The Joker
I´m inlöööve!
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ps. jag ska bli Joker i mitt nästa liv. överåut
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