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Fresh Muse NEWS!
It is official: Frau Kolb has a NEW MUSE: WES ANDERSON!!!
I have now seen “Hotel Budapest,” three times in the Cinema.
I am tempted to see it AGAIN! This film is perfect. The second time I saw it I notice a tiny error… it was wonderful to have to focus so hard to find something a little off… yet, now, having seen the film three times I am no longer so sure… Hah… I could stay in “The Hotel Budapest,” moral masterpiece laser focused on the details what it really means to be a friend, a lover, a potential wife, cellmate, jail-bird, a colleague, a leader, a risk taker… a pal… ah… in the wine table scene they have a full bottle on the table and two glass filled to the rim… I guess it makes sense as a metaphor for being fulfilled, intoxicated, moved… perhaps this too was done on calculated purpose… Regardless, seeing the movie for the third time, sealed it, WES ANDERSON is my favorite director.
The film is a perfectly balanced dream and if you haven’t already seen it three time YOU are missing out on true privilege.
Thank you, Mr. Anderson, by the way, for portraying Germanic customs and culture in a charming, rather than condemning, cast. YOU ROCK my world. Thanks for reading. If you, by the way, require any form of intellectual or artistic assistance; I’d be delighted to serve. They say I’m a perfect 7 on the enegram. I’m bubbly. Bright. Perhaps, you remember meeting me, at Hal’s in Venice… briefly, I interrupted you conversation with Owen Wilson… to tell him, I’d seen him around Venice… “Oh paths shall cross again!” He called after me, as I quickly walked away, realizing that one must never interrupt.
The funny thing is that I saw Owen Wilson less than a month later, again. We were both in first class on a plane to Maui. I had the option of addressing him… I was actually writing a screen play, at the time, with him in mind. Yet, I decided to watch him eat his dinner instead.
Is that stalking? No. It is a miraculous co-inincidence. Yet… now, I wonder, was that the last time I will see Mr. Wilson, in the flesh? I think not. I really like his voice. There was a recognition… or am I imagining that? I want to speak with him about what is it like to WORK with Anderson! I have to know! Maybe, Mr. Anderson will grant me an interview! I’d LOVE to interview him, get in his head… I’ve been watching some of the trailers and promotional materials available on you tube about the film… exciting! He’s meticulous. Every detail is tweaked to enhance the story; of course, Zero’s uniform had to be too tight, too small, for the MAN he was to become; a true friend, a loyal companion, an eternal lover of his long-gone wife. AH!
WE CAN DREAM! WATCH FRAU and LEARN HOW!
I figured out why exactly, I relate so much to “The Hotel Budapest,” and feel that now that I’ve checked in, I’m not wanted to leave… I’m haunting the cinema… I’m obsessed… I keep thinking what would pastry from Mendel’s actually TASTE LIKE???Usually ornate confections, sugary treats don’t tempt me… yet, I believe… I too would like my fingers and… I am, my personality is much like that of Ralph Fienes in the role of M. Gustav H; at my best in the service and indulgence of others. It is my “pleasure,” to serve… to write, to think… to cook, to garden. I tend this little garden called, “Talkinggrid.com,” which despite being almost entirely a solo-powered enterprise keeps expanding in content and readership. Thank you again for caring about the Talkinggrid’s unique perspective… a wayward art blog informed by a lifetime of avid viewing of static masterpieces of Western… mostly, art… a FRAU that loves literature and admits to not having previously read the works of Stephan Zwieg… but I will, promise.
We can only hope to have the moral caliber of a man that sweetly sleeps with, “All his friends,” and… I want to say so much more… but I don’t want to ruin it for anyone. So please go see it so we may praise it together. Thank you!
Love,
Frau Kolb
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I slipped onto a barstool. A chilled grapefruit martini before me. I intended to sketch, in my red journal, which I brought along with me; carrying it and other comforts which I failed to use; a swimsuit, an enormous beach towel… Yet, the man sitting next to me insisted on talking to me.
He claimed to be, “Good at conversation,” and “able to talk about anything…” Of course, I couldn’t fail to listen a little when he went ahead and bought me a drink, after introducing me to his BLOND wife, a woman with every possible enhancement; hair dyed, lashes fake, and yet her eyes a luminous all-knowing blue… like fallen sky in a fishbowl… beautiful. I was intrigued by her… Yet, she was engrossed in a conversation with a icey-eyed pudgy man in a very clean yet faded out-of-style and old fashioned shirt that spared no more than one glance in my direction.
Somehow…
THURSDAY, 24 APRIL 2014
That was yesterday:
This morning my body was glued to the bed. James Katson, a recently acquired Facebook art pal, and selfie addict, also had the same experience of sleeping really deeply, last night. We are also both interested in the works of Stephan Zwieg, just like our hero: Wes Anderson director of Hotel Budapest. Anderson is my Darling.
I dreamt… perhaps, I met him once… maybe that was him, sitting with Owen Wilson, another actor dream boat; a genius in his own right; as proven in his seamless performance in Woody Allen’s, classic, Midnight in Paris; one of my favorite films: EVER! I’d LOVE to work with… that drink soaked evening at Hal’s in Venice Beach California, after chemo, and binge shopping at Barney’s New York in Beverly hills. I was wearing this great blond wig, so I LOOKED al’ right
Here is a picture of me earlier that evening:
Love,
Frau K.