Today was driving from work on the bus. Good moms gone bad. Sitting at the window and teen for cash ... this is wrong blowing past the windows, houses, trees, people. And what am I? Moved from a window and eat on the bus. And it seems to me than either. The balance sustainable, the heart beats exactly * think *

I thought about life. First, what is really just wanted (other than personal happiness, healthy and beautiful children, etc.). Interesting work, the prospects of creativity. I simply do not want to be, and BE. We want to find themselves. After all, in fact we are looking for all his life ... terzaemsya, mechemsya, trying to understand the very essence. Heart. While it may not all ... so I lishku enough. But many. The truth?

And I thought, and that if broaden horizons? And to think itself is not within this framework that limited the fate for me-family, town, work, apartment. Present themselves somewhere TAM. Far and away ... where would I go? What would be taken? And in what country? Maybe opened a small restaurant on the shore of the ocean? Or studied ancient literature, OCOM in the library, where every stone-work of art? Or ...

"Paris, je t'aime" (this adds), and "I am not sick" Alexei Balabanova.

Both films have caused me to have very mixed feelings ... sometimes like to go and bang the door, but the door is only the beginning. When emotions flock times and you can not understand that something.

I can say so, to whom do not like Renata Litvinova, to better not watch "I do not painful." I am, however, it brings magic. By if you want to say terrible pathos, dreadful voice, manners, speech ... so it vzhilas vydumannuyu role in its exalted women, which I believe it. I want to believe and I believe. And I like it, damn.

And the movie ... with elements of a purely Russian isterizma discontent and all the surrounding world. With our perennial slums and dilapidated houses. With our domestic souls screaming, which tears all the innards inside out and destroys the brain.

But with love. With unique beauty backlash ... nostalgic women, which remained live throughout kakih-nibud few months. And in recent weeks, so she wants to live! Loving, hopefully, to feel the life of each box of its substance. And it falls. In molodenkogo nesuraznogo parenka, who along with his strannovatoy type of company is going to repair her apartment.

I was initially razdrazhalo discrepancy ordinary boy in glasses and explained that fateful women. And then I realized ... that brought it into this yuntse. He was clean. It was all ahead. And he rushed at her, as Moth to the flame. That is what she needed. And she falls in love ...

What to tell? It must be. And hear! Because music to movies selected remarkable ...

Who is not liked immediately-do note ... this film really is not so good and smooth as could be. But he tseplyaet. How bad poems, which rvut heart. As a singer, which has no voice, but there is a soul.

French film "Paris, je t'aime" - where calmer and lirichnee earlier. But he also povestvuet about love.

Cinemas not vomit my heart and not vyvorachivalo inside out, but etched in the memory and I still prokruchivayu some points. For some reason, this film reminded me "Amélie" with Audrey Toth. Why? Because here, and seemingly light strokes in people's lives, creating extraordinary mood, characteristic only of France.

Each story in the film, like a mosaic pieces, organized in a clear organic picture. And it does not remove glance ...

Jokes whether this film or serious depth parizhan story of life, I think, is judged only after the viewing. But even when the disk with the movie gently deferred to another shelf, in the chest remains remarkable sense of warmth, ease bright sadness and love of peace. People. PARIS:)

Hot water not. Today food in the mission again. So habitually. Even not feel that tomorrow will be in another city. And things did not collect. Then one and a half hours before departure, or even later in the bag and leave everything.

Shoot. A shower is normally want to take before departure as nothing ...

Yesterday watched the movie "How small children." Of the entire movie just like Kate Winslett, and the body of her lover, it was nothing so ... in principle, the idea of the film is understandable, but I think it can be to develop better footing.