The Red Shoes

"People often ask me: 'how do you define the ballet?' and I tell them that for me, it is a religion and like all obedient religious zealots, I am prepared to die for my art!"

Secret Cinema presents...

Making Music for Film

We're in the post production phase of our short films at school and I have to do the music for five films! Yes, it's stressful and is probably making me old before my time (especially when the editors decide to take their time - you know who you are), but with inspiration from the masters I have examples of below, making  music for film becomes magical and truly an enjoyable experience. I just love it when the timing falls into place and the film comes alive with sound that creates that ideal emotion.

Clint Mansell is, without a doubt, a musical genius. His Requiem for a Dream soundtrack is one of my favourites:



Sunday Movie Music

It is cold outside and I was lucky to stumbled across this beautiful song. It matches the stormy weather and the mellow Sunday mood perfectly. Of course the composer is Hans Zimmer (who else?) with his masterful melodies. It makes me want to swap houses with some foreign stranger and fall in love with a handsome Englishman...

I love Iris's (Kate Winslet) voice over in the opening sequence of The Holiday:

I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms.

Purple Art and Melody

Here it is: the video with Eugene Paprocki's La Madeline, Johannesburg architecture and the incredible Yann Tiersen song, Comptine d'un autre été: L'apres Midi (heard in Amelié and Goodbye Lenin.)