Mar
20
Gut gelacht
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Pumuckl – worum ging’s? Ein Kobold bringt das Leben eines gemütlichen Schreiners durcheinander. Wer sich an Hans Clarins Stimme gewöhnt hatte, konnte in der Pubertät nahtlos zu AC/DC-Kassetten übergehen.
(aus einer ein paar Tage alten NEON)
Mar
5
I don’t pose
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I don’t pose. I don’t pose for anybody. Who do you think I am, Paris Hilton?
(Clint Eastwood)
Feb
28
Life is short
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Worry less. Enjoy more. Control what you can, let go of what you can’t. Give yourself a break instead of beating yourself up. Work really hard and play really hard.
(Teri Hatcher)
Feb
21
Wer nicht wagt, der nicht gewinnt
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Do. Or do not. There is no try.
(Yoda)
Jan
27
Intellectually malnourished
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If you don’t believe in God and the devil, I wouldn’t say you’re crazy, but you’re intellectually malnourished, because I defy anyone who doesn’t believe that something created us to give an answer to how we got here.
(Norman Mailer, in einem aktuellen Interview)
Jan
18
A good critic
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Ein Entertainment-Weekly-Leser fragt die Filmkritikerin Lisa Schwarzbaum:
How do critics who are years older than the target audience get inside the heads of teenagers and young adults?
Diese antwortet:
I don’t think the job of any critic is to get inside anybody’s cranium – not that of teens, chicks, comic-book fanboys, not even of middle-aged art-house regulars who never miss a Finnish gem by Aki Kaurismäki. Rather, I think a good critic needs to be able to analyze what a movie is trying to do and then assess how well it fullfills its aims – a job for which movie-going experience beyond young adulthood is necessary.
Eine weise, wahre Aussage. Gültig auch für alle anderen Mediengattungen.
Jan
17
Zeitlos
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To live in itself is very rare, most people simply do an extension of what it takes to exist.
(Oscar Wilde)