It’s amazing how much time of your life being spent in the cinema or in front of a wide-screen TV. A brief count revealed that I had seen roughly 150 films in 2004. Maybe that will explain my lack of tan? But this year has seen the release of a lot of great films, maybe one of the best years in a while. Here are my favorites, including links to my reviews in Swedish:
Entries of year 2004
This year has seen a lot of new records, although I would say it’s sort of a middle-year. However, the year is about to get wrapped up so here is my list:
I remember a morning couple of years back when I sat on Patong beach in Thailand, sipping a soft drink while my toes were the only thing that obstructed the view of the Andaman sea, reaching into the Indian ocean. Even though the main activities for foreigners felt like humanity at it’s very worst, the beach and surroundings are nothing short of spectacular.
The curtain literally fell at midnight, revealing the secret band of Electric Christmas. There had been a lot of buzz for the last month and my initial guesses on the secret band, hinted to be “one of the greatest Swedish synth bands in history”, were Adolphson & Falk (prime suspects since they happened to be magically reunited a week ago in Malmö for the first time in twenty years).
David Bowie recorded “Life on mars” 13 years ago, but apart from Tim Burton’s “Mars Attacks” there has been little evidence of alien life forms. However, finding evidence of ancient water existence would be a step in the right direction.
I’m really starting to get addicted to the new Google Suggest function, another gem added to their ever-increasing bag of tricks. This nifty thing provides auto complete in your web search.
Another great night in the dark basement of Plasticity. Pär threw on a perfect triple combo featuring “America” by Rammstein, “Electronaut” by VNV Nation and of course “Xfixiation” by Tactical Sekt. The Hellfire mix of Xfixiation is harsh and industrial EBM at its very finest and about as good as it gets when you’re in the mood to really move your feet. Even Pär felt the urge to leave the DJ cave and join us on the dance floor.
Just returned from a play of Verdi’s old masterpiece Rigoletto at the Gothenburg Opera. The set was placed in quite a modern time-frame, thus abandoning the centuries-old settings. This made the title character a bit awkward in his role as the “court jester” to the prince. The assassin was great, even though he didn’t have to do more than walk around, looking dangerous. The soprano was quite a crowd pleaser. I failed to feel sympathy for poor Rigoletto this time as well. In fact, he was doomed even before the fat lady sang.
I had a dish called “butter fish” today at the local English pub called Notting Hill (Yes, it has a blue door, in case you were wondering). I kept wondering whether it was by any chance related to the infamous “butter chicken” served every friday at Bombay, only a couple of spear throws away.
Today’s headline in one of Sweden’s largest newspaper was: “DO NOT USE INTERNET EXPLORER”. How cute. A common rambling of mine is concerning the amazingly stupid headlines lining the street vendors every day, but this one should be made into a poster.