Archive for ‘Movies/TV’

April 14, 2013

A Pure Woman

Vineyard house season is officially open. Last week I took the 8PM dolmuş there. The two-hour journey on the bumpy roads of central Anatolia was almost… otherworldly. I read rather enthusiastically a few chapters from Music by My Bedside. Then the driver turned the lights off inside the vehicle and my carefully-selected mix of heavy metal music accompanied me for the rest of the way in semi-darkness. Metallica’s Low Man’s Lyric was especially memorable in the setting. I realized how much I had missed being on my own and surrounding myself with my “likes.”

I don’t know what to call this… this “mood” really. It’s when you are alone and very comfortable, completely immersed in your own world, either curled on your bed, on a long bus ride, lying under cherry blossoms or simply sitting in front of your computer, drinking a warm cup of tea/coffee/hot chocolate or a glass of your preferred spirits and you’re watching/reading/listening to something you like or something you longed to watch/read/listen to. Bullet points might have helped with the description, but whatever, you see what I mean.

Anyway, I’m visiting the vineyard house for the first time in six months, I’m in the comfort of my bedroom in the attic and I’ve just found out that I could take an extra day off work. Perfect! Yay!  So I settle to watch BBC’s Tess of the d’Urbervilles, starring Gemma Arterton. Only this time, I devour all four episodes in one go instead of watching them one at a day like I did with North and South.

And? Well, I was expecting something else altogether. Most of all a happy ending. Honestly, Tess must be one of the most depressing pieces of fiction I ever came across. But it was very interesting. There are so many things to be said about it. I have so many things to say about it, but it would make more sense and read the book first and then restructure them. In the meantime, I came across this journal article by Ertuğrul Koç: Tess of the d’Urbervilles: the Tragedy of Godless Human Existence. It felt good to do some serious reading and actually like it. Yes, this counts as serious to me *grins*

Wallpaper - 2560 x 1600

Wallpaper – 2560 x 1600

March 31, 2013

I’m alive, I’m alive

…In the distance hear the laughter of the last unicorn

“What the hell happened?” right? Well, this happened. I translated a book. No… Not a book. A historical romance novel! I know, I still can’t believe it! Or should I say, I can’t believe it’s finally OVER? This baby (cuz it’s kinda my baby now) sucked all the life I had in me. Kinda like Renesmee. I can’t believe I just made that reference. But unlike Renesmee, it put back 4kg instead. I can only fit in a handful of clothing I have and I’m enjoying my freedom too much to take up exercising. But although the taste of freedom is intoxicating, I don’t think I’ve ever known such a gratifying form of captivity. I was a willing captive, unlike Ellie. The long hours I spent translating consumed me, ensnared me, at times made me completely deranged. It was utter submission (yes, I’m reading Fifty Shades *dies*).

There are so many things I can say about the whole process of translating a romance novel that I really don’t have the patience to organize them into a neat post right now. I’m in the mood for writing about something lighter. Like my birthday!


Although I neglected them a lot during these past four months, my wonderful friends threw me a party last weekend–two weeks after my actual birthday. Why so late? Because I wanted to submit my translation first, so that I could be totally at ease and in mood for celebration. But it didn’t turn out to be a wild party (which is all the better for me) and we ended up celebrating at a friend’s new apartment with cake and lots and lots of alcohol (But the yummy cake and pastries above are from the small gathering at my grandparents’ place). However, the biggest surprise of this year was from my boss.


The Monday following my birthday, I found these flowers on my desk at work, together with a small, flat, gift-wrapped box which looked suspiciously like a CD. There was a card on top which wrote “Please help save the last unicorn.” Oh my god! He remembered that I wanted to order this months ago and acted before me.

The Last Unicorn is a surprisingly good long-feature animation from the 1980s, based on the fantasy novel of the same name by Peter S. Beagle. When I was a child I used to love its story, though not as much as I love it now. I recently watched the movie and found out that it had much more depth than I could grasp as a child. Now I’m looking forward to reading the book before I can write a full-fledged review. Though I have to find it first.

Oh, and the soundtrack is divine (minus the image songs perhaps). Here’s my favorite track:

So thanks boss! You’re the best!

The biggest surprise coming from my boss, the greatest gift came from my boyfriend.


Yes, he made this himself, and yes, those are tiny Harry Potter books–all seven of them!

November 26, 2012

“Because of the way you are looking at me now…”

William Wallace & Isabella of France

I was very little when I watched Braveheart for the first time. Now, like ten years later I watched it again two days ago and well, I have been in a constant daze ever since. How can something so cheesy (and old for my taste!) make me walk around with a stupid smile plastered on my face? And how is it possible that I find Mel Gibson (of all people!) attractive? Well, he was simply breath taking in this role, I gotta give him that. Now as for why I thought of watching this movie now after all these years, the time will come for that… *winks*

from "Braveheart"

November 4, 2012

“Look back… Look back to me…”

played by Daniel Danbe-Ashe

I finished watching BBC’s North & South and have played its haunting theme music in my head throughout my stay in Italy (though sometimes it got replaced with “Daughter’s Lament” from the Hunger Games soundtrack). A mini-series with 4 glorious episodes, a wonderful cast and (you got the hint already) a soundtrack that gives me shivers. What more can I ask for? A better plot perhaps… I’m curious about Elizabeth Gaskell’s book of the same name, which this series was adapted from, to see if it follows the same plot. If not, then to find out if I would be sorely disappointed with the TV adaptation if I were to read the book first.

But first I want to tell the story of how I came to watch this series because it’s quite old (released in 2004) already. I was reading reviews of Lisa Kleypas’ Tempt Me at Twilight when I came across screen shots of Richard Armitage from this series. The author of the review wrote that he/she pictured the hero of the book, Harry Ruthledge, as Richard Armitage. The rest isn’t difficult to imagine, I suppose. I was instantly intrigued and immediately settled to watch the series, an episode per day.

played by Richard Armitage

As I mentioned above the plot isn’t my favorite thing about the story. But the cast… Oh my! Daniel Danbe-Ashe appears as the perfect specimen of the understanding of a beautiful women in that period. She’s got curves all right but she’s is quite plump in fact. And I can’t bring myself to see that as a setback. It’s as if it only adds up to her beauty. Her dark blue eyes when widened in an expression of innocent frustration, her shapely nose and full lips and her gorgeous dark brown curls… She inspires me to sound totally like a smitten historical romance hero. Which is a good thing I suppose? To be inspired in any way I mean… Anyway, in my mind I picture her to be Amelia Hathaway, the heroine of Lisa Kleypas’ Mine Till Midnight.

As for Richard Armitage… It was when I heard him speak that he made up for what he lacked with his looks. Don’t get me wrong, he is wickedly, soul-stirringly handsome. It’s just that his voice is the best thing about him, though his smile (which is a rare occurrence throughout the series) may come close. And finally, when I found out that he was to play Thorin Oakenshield in the upcoming The Hobbit movie and that he actually sang Misty Mountains (my boyfriend’s alarm clock melody!), I was simply jumping up and down with joy!

John Thornton and Margaret Hale

As a final note, this series features the best (yes the very best) kissing scene I have ever had the pleasure of blushing over.