The other day I came across a film, "Emmanuelle: A World of Desire". It apparently is a sequel in a series of TV movies under "Emmanuelle in space". It starts out with a voluptuous woman tracked down by aliens (who are, physically, surprisingly similar to our species -for reasons you will soon understand) specifically for her sensuality. The aliens had heard about the human race and the gift this race had for making/creating pleasure when they felt the need for it. They travel from their home galaxy, eons away presumably, facing all the known dangers of inter-galactic travel to learn about this amazing way of creating pleasure at will and to study this aspect of the human species. The sensual lady from the opening scenes is then brought on to their star-ship, where she is suspended in a dream state and they experience her persistently erotic dreams. And through her dreams they begin to understand the human race and its abilities. She then takes the captain of the ship down to the earth and teaches him this skill. The rest is a string of inter-species steamy "love-making". The back story I just suggested (not that its awfully important), might not be very accurate, as its based on my interpolation of the plot based on the few dialogues i could be bothered to listen to. I wanted to get the plot right for this post, but the amazing skill that the aliens were after was the real interesting bit, so i skipped to the important parts just like every-time i tried to watch it "cover to cover". This is a good movie. Seriously, it is. Setting aside the somewhat tiring camera movements and the idea of inter-species sex, which by the way apparently needn't be so bad, it had what I think was an interesting premise. An alien species studying and documenting us like we do the other species on our planet.
I didn't set out to write some sort of a review for a softcore TV film (it can be really hard to do justice). This has as much to do with the film as it (the film) has use for its plot. A long time ago I watched, on the discovery channel or somewhere, about a species of ants where the two parents compete so hard to give their off-springs as much of their genetic print as possible that in some cases the insects end-up being exact clones of one of their parents. And this was a fascinating thing. This was fascinating because i could play the observer without having to judge or live with the consequences it entails. The thought gave me a brilliant idea. The thought of being a third person observer. What would be the things that an observer would find fascinating about our species. I thought it was a brilliant idea and could be equally brilliantly exploited for a story/film/documentary. And to my sad awakening I realised, I was too late. Although it hit me well after the film's other revelations. This was the premise of the Emmanuelle films, although they handled the matter from a very different, albeit equally enticing, perspective.
Same story with my idea for a narrative. I was searching for a suitable story to go with my narrative that went chronologically backwards. I'm not talking flashback, but rather more persistantly & continuously reversed. And the other day I watched "Momento". And it was just brilliant. I, very probably, couldn't have done it anywhere as well. But I had the idea too. It was a matter of time before it saw daylight.
Its the same story with my ideas for hotel services and regenerative braking and epic stories of good men on a bikes/cars being chased by the bad men in stealth bombers across forests, deserts and the lot. These were stories i had in mind long before I had known any Michael Bay films or the "Die Hard" films (which are a load of fun by the way).
This isn't a rant about my brilliance and my incredibly superb cognitive capabilities that are going untapped. It could be, but it isn't. I'm not confident/assertive enough to go down that road. This is about the fact that we are unique and individual in many ways but that doesn't mean we are incapable of similar thought processes. Not everything I have in my head is mine and solely mine. To make such a claim you would have to be willfully blind-sighted and narrow-minded or be Apple or Microsoft apparently. I know porn films with more substance in their plot than these lawsuits. I do not want to come out as un-capitalistic (because i am not), but the fact is, we are clearly capable of non-unique (and sometimes shared) brilliance (& narrow-pedantry), hard as that might be for some to accept. You don't sue your neighbour for putting the same amount of choco in her cake or sugar in the milk, or having the switch for the power socket right next to the socket, exactly like I do in my house. Scratching an itch on the arse isn't the intellectual right of the first gorilla to do so is it? This small minded bickering needs to stop and now. Before every one down the street with a smaller lawyer stops making chocolate cakes and the babies stop getting their milk pleasantly sweet. I want my chocolate cake like she bakes it and her daughter can have my brilliant shoe knot that can be un-done blindly with one-hand for her dress, oh sorry did i say dress? I might have meant shoes.
I wonder why she said dress when it should be shoes...Maybe she did say shoes. No, she definitely said dress. Anyway
I didn't set out to write some sort of a review for a softcore TV film (it can be really hard to do justice). This has as much to do with the film as it (the film) has use for its plot. A long time ago I watched, on the discovery channel or somewhere, about a species of ants where the two parents compete so hard to give their off-springs as much of their genetic print as possible that in some cases the insects end-up being exact clones of one of their parents. And this was a fascinating thing. This was fascinating because i could play the observer without having to judge or live with the consequences it entails. The thought gave me a brilliant idea. The thought of being a third person observer. What would be the things that an observer would find fascinating about our species. I thought it was a brilliant idea and could be equally brilliantly exploited for a story/film/documentary. And to my sad awakening I realised, I was too late. Although it hit me well after the film's other revelations. This was the premise of the Emmanuelle films, although they handled the matter from a very different, albeit equally enticing, perspective.
Same story with my idea for a narrative. I was searching for a suitable story to go with my narrative that went chronologically backwards. I'm not talking flashback, but rather more persistantly & continuously reversed. And the other day I watched "Momento". And it was just brilliant. I, very probably, couldn't have done it anywhere as well. But I had the idea too. It was a matter of time before it saw daylight.
Its the same story with my ideas for hotel services and regenerative braking and epic stories of good men on a bikes/cars being chased by the bad men in stealth bombers across forests, deserts and the lot. These were stories i had in mind long before I had known any Michael Bay films or the "Die Hard" films (which are a load of fun by the way).
This isn't a rant about my brilliance and my incredibly superb cognitive capabilities that are going untapped. It could be, but it isn't. I'm not confident/assertive enough to go down that road. This is about the fact that we are unique and individual in many ways but that doesn't mean we are incapable of similar thought processes. Not everything I have in my head is mine and solely mine. To make such a claim you would have to be willfully blind-sighted and narrow-minded or be Apple or Microsoft apparently. I know porn films with more substance in their plot than these lawsuits. I do not want to come out as un-capitalistic (because i am not), but the fact is, we are clearly capable of non-unique (and sometimes shared) brilliance (& narrow-pedantry), hard as that might be for some to accept. You don't sue your neighbour for putting the same amount of choco in her cake or sugar in the milk, or having the switch for the power socket right next to the socket, exactly like I do in my house. Scratching an itch on the arse isn't the intellectual right of the first gorilla to do so is it? This small minded bickering needs to stop and now. Before every one down the street with a smaller lawyer stops making chocolate cakes and the babies stop getting their milk pleasantly sweet. I want my chocolate cake like she bakes it and her daughter can have my brilliant shoe knot that can be un-done blindly with one-hand for her dress, oh sorry did i say dress? I might have meant shoes.
I wonder why she said dress when it should be shoes...Maybe she did say shoes. No, she definitely said dress. Anyway
I wish it never ended...
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ReplyDeleteseriously, this is a whole new dimension and its name is sathya swaroop. what he essentially did is downloaded a softcore porno, and his idea of the "important parts" of the movie is the ones which convey the gist of the story. if it had been me, i wud hav been skipping to other "important parts". i guess this is what ppl meant when they said, "u see what u want to see"
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