The way I choose to remember him.
More than 20 years ago, I saw a film called Scent of a Woman. Even though I was very young at the time, the affection I had even then for all things Al Pacino was legendary among everyone who knew me – something that has continued to this day.
However, there was a funny-looking minor character in that film who fascinated me. He played the role of a preppy spoilt brat so convincingly that I had trouble distinguishing between him and all the preppy spoilt brats I knew at the time. Continue reading
The other night, I was enjoying the movie “A Perfect Storm” in the bedroom while stuffing my face with potato chips, chocolates and a can of coke.
It’s just a great movie, that’s all!
“What film is … is this that film about those stupid macho men who risk their lives just so they can catch some fish?“, my wife inquired when she entered the room.
“Honey, you obviously have no idea what you’re talking about. This film is about men versus nature and how, in this ultimate struggle, men find who they really are and what they fear“.
“What the hell? Did you just speak out of your ass? Anyway, how many time have you seen this movie?“. Continue reading
A friend of mine passed away yesterday.
He was a friend who I have never met in person, but has been a big part of my subconscious since 1993. That was the year I first felt his menacing presence and thought to myself “Now, there’s a person I wouldn’t wanna fuck with“.
He was briefly in and out of my life after that, until 2001. That was the year I was living in London and got reacquainted with him. And what a reacquaintance it was! The way he spoke, the complexity of his personality, the way he can assume the role of a gentle giant on the one hand, then erupt into a fireball of rage and violence on the other, often within a split second. Continue reading