Monday, September 30, 2013

Ian Curtis

      Control is a biopic about the punk band Joy Division, and Ian is the lead singer. Ian Curtis is shown to be a melancholy teenager who often keeps to himself, despite this Ian abruptly decides to marry his girlfriend at the time and still isolates himself in his own room in their home together. He is a big fan of David Bowie as well as The Sex Pistols. It is at a Sex Pistols concert where he speaks to a few friends who have formed a band and state that they need a lead singer. It seems that soon after Ian agrees to sing with them that he becomes who he truly is. The next scene shows Ian walking from his home to work, lighting a cigarette, and then the back of his jacket is revealed on which he painting the word “HATE” in large letters. Here:


 Overtime Ian asserted himself to get his band to appear on television, the band hired a manager, and the band Joy Divisions seemed to become famous very quickly. Despite his own depression, his marriage, and his struggle with epilepsy Ian still managed to, constantly record music, constantly write songs, and constantly perform shows.

One song of there's I feel represents Ian very much as well as the idea for the film is Isolation:

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Fruitvale Station

     Last night two of my closest friends and I went to the movies to see Fruitvale Station. Luckily, it is still playing. We went to a small movie theaters on 2nd avenue, Village East.

 Of course we were all familiar with the story of Oscar Grant and have been told how intense this film is by friends who have seen it in the past month. So many others have told us, and posted online, how strong of a film Fruitvale Station is and how much they cried after watching it. We were prepared to cry. We were already in Manhattan and arrived at the theater pretty quickly, it was very filled but we were surprised by the amount of people who came to see this movie, though it's been in theaters for over a month now.

     Well, the movie begins with Oscar lying in with his girlfriend/"baby momma" and then he picks up his cellphone and sends a text message. As he does this what is on his phone's screen(menu, contacts, etc) is shown in a little bubble on the movie screen(like a text/thought bubble). This happened throughout the whole film, which was an amazing detail. Though some may think it was just a special effect that would be used in a 2013 film , Oscar's cellphone was an important part of his life during that time and ultimately his death. He is often calling/texting his mother, his sister, his girlfriend, and his friends.

     When he is in the train station being harassed by the police he pulls his cellphone out and take photos/videos of the police and what they are doing; as does most of the train passengers/witnesses of the incident.

     Fruitvale Station was a very detailed and positive account of what truly happened. They didn't overly criminalize the police, they didn't criminalize Oscar nor put him in an extremely positive light, and there wasn't any part that was unnecessary. This film was all truth and that was all that was needed. I am very glad that Oscar's story was told in an effective way, I am glad that this shows an incident that happened recently. With films people often try to take themselves out of the story, but being that this is a true story that we can all identify with somehow it is so much more impactful.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Labor Day !

     In Brooklyn, as many of you know, Labor Day is our West Indian Day Parade. People come from all over to celebrate our culture and have fun. There's food, music, dancing, several floats, and so many people. I went to the parade with my best friend, Ali Esteem and here are a few photos I took:

My outfit

Jerk chicken w/ Rice and peas

 my bestfriend reppin Haiti

Sunday, September 1, 2013


Writing is not the writing of words, it is the deleting of words.
                                                                                                    - unknown


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