So I’m counting down the last eleven hours in Taormina, absolutely unsure of myself. I remember last night I had some great inner monologue about my experiences and rejuvenation and whatnot. But I was also relatively catatonic at the time and couldn’t even manage to speak or comprehend when someone walked into my room.
Since then, I’ve had several relatively unsuccessful naps and I’ve let my brain get fried by the Sicilian sun while tanning by the pool.
The only thing I can remember is once again going on about the David LaChapelle photo at Morgana and wanting to download more David Bowie music (which I am doing right now).
I’m sure all of this relates to some dire need to make are mixed with the mashup of emotions about leaving Italy.
I promise once I get a decent nights sleep I’ll post something worthwhile and may even include a picture or two. Til then, I’ve got 11 hours to kill, another 15 songs to download, and a few more sights to see before I say goodbye.
Reviewing Parking Lot...or Why I miss Nicholas Cage
Now as many probably know, I’m not a Nicholas Cage fan by any means. In fact I despise most of his films. I don’t really even care of National Treasure (Gasp if you’d like). So you can imagine my utter disappointment in the world in general when I found out the movie L’Ultimo Templare was actually Season of the Witch, which I sat through thinking it was the worst thing captured on film.
Oh, how wrong I was.
I’m not an expert on horror films. In fact I haven’t seen that many at all. The film Parking Lot 3D, however, is NOT a horror film. It’s just dumb.
We begin with an unsympathetic character, Lorna, whining about her absent father figure, then whining about her dead lover (admittedly her fault), then whining about going to a party with her boyfriend, and whining about her mother. Among all this whining with oh-so witting sarcastic thoughts to herself, she finds a rose tied to a pink balloon that she just carries around the mall with her. Then when planning on leaving, she walks ridiculously slowly through the parking lot, meeting Lorenzo (I don’t remember his name, but he was Lorenzo from the little videos from my Italian book!) who of course ends up being a bad guy despite the loving meet cute music being played. She wanders around for forever and a half, helping a hobo not get hit by a car and eventually her wandering ends when she gets tased. Of course her purse and diabetes medication is gone. So she goes back to the bathroom to find an airsoft gun and a cheesy duct tape message. Not blood, duct tape. Not a real gun, but a toy gun. She leaves the bathroom to get chased around by masked guys with air soft guns (Oh no!) and then later chased with her smart car (funniest thing I’ve seen in a while). Eventually she is helped by a security guard (who of course is a bad guy). She later tries to “save” him from an iPod touch time bomb (where do you get that app?) while being trapped in a room of pink balloons that she has to pop. That’s right, popping balloons. Not sawing off a limb or facing any injury than just a loud popping noise. The rest of the movie involves her running around the parking lot, getting helped by the hobo and a lot of “clever” Wizard of Oz references.
The dialogue was choppy, the character was unsympathetic, and the film was overall dumb.
If this is the future for 3D cinema, please please give up now.
Even the Italian crowd was annoyed by the protagonist who lived in Italy but couldn’t speak a bit of the language (this movie is supposed to be the 1st Italian 3D film).
Anyways, don’t bother seeing this film, ever.
Unless you’ve had A LOT to drink and need a really good laugh. My recommendation for a better movie would have to be Season of the Witch.
It’s rather hard for me to believe but I only have 10 days left in Sicily. Including today, there are 3 days of the Film Festival (well, actually 4) and then on Saturday I leave for Siracusa for the weekend. Then Monday and Tuesday are in Palermo. Somewhere among the last three days I need to finish my viewing journal for cinema (I haven’t decided if I’m going to use my rating system of glasses of wine required to enjoy each film) and to take my final exam.
It’s somewhat depressing to think about going home, but at the same point I feel a little relieved. I have quite a few things to look forward to, books to read, canvases to paint, and a whole wall to be filled during the next month.
The one thing I am very thankful for is all the inspiration this place has given me. The beauty of Mt. Etna, the elegance of the cathedral in Catania, Marella Ferrera’s Museum of Fashion…all these things make me excited for when I return home.
The best part is I know there is still more to come. Today is boat ride around the island, and tomorrow is the flower festival. Then there’s still Siracusa and Palermo, and I know I want to go back by the Public Gardens and to this one sightseeing point that has the most beautiful view of Isola Bella. Am I rather blessed? I’d like to think so.
I feel like it’s safe to say that yesterday was a rather spectacular day. I decided to start things off with a few friends at the beach where I could see the boot of Italy across the water. (can you see it?)
Getting to spend most of the day there was pretty wonderful. I got back with enough time to get cleaned up and to grab my pass for the Taormina Film Festival. After that I tried to get my ticket for Kung-Fu Panda 2, but they told me they didn’t reserve any for the Babilonia students so I forked out 2 euro and got my own ticket (only to get a reserved one later). Then I scarfed down the hardest panini made by man and scurried along to the press conference with Jack Black.
While taking questions one of the Auburn students asked a question. Jack Black noticed he was American and asked where he was from. This was the point where the rest of us Auburn students did what we do best: yell. This got his attention for a little while, but none of the rest of us got a chance for questions.
After that I grabbed some very missed American food (onion rings and apple juice) with some of my class mates and headed on to the Greek Theater.
Now the only annoying thing is how no electronics are allowed in the theater. Ergo, my phone and camera were bagged up in the most annoying plastic bags. This is a sad but essential plot point.
Before the movie started I tried to find a bathroom with several other students but the bathrooms were blocked off. We assumed it had to do with Monica Bellucci who was being awarded that night. I start looking through the crowd and see none other that Jack Black. We watched and waited as some paramedics hauled a girl in a wheelchair away (we assumed she fell). The rest of the important people started clearing, including Luca Calvani, the host of the film festival (one of the girls I was with got to talk to him). Then as we headed towards the bathroom, we were able to grab the attention of Jack Black, mentioning that we were some of the people from Auburn and getting high fives before getting to the bathroom.
So I woke up in an absolute panic this morning at 5:45, since my group usually heads to the bus station at 5:50. I grabbed the first thing I could find in my closet and ran to the station only to find myself completely alone. I called up my teacher and she told me she’d be there in a moment. While waiting, some Italian guy started to asking me if I was waiting for the sunrise (I don’t really know why since the sun had already risen). Before I could make some stupid American remark, I was rescued by my teacher.
The rest of the morning seemed to be made better by a gorgeous view of Etna, with a steady smoke coming off the top, but the day was still clear. The day seemed to be starting out pretty well until my ciambellina (pretty much a powdered Italian doughnut, only 10,000x better) and cappuccino distracted me from the fact that I left my folder for Fashion at the cafe.
Midway through a discussion about the foods we missed from home, I realized my lack of folder. Determined to not draw my design again, I went back to get my folder, and may have gotten a little bit lost. Despite this, I feel like today has been somewhat profitable.
check it out! I’ve got a tshirt!
Hopefully there will be more pictures tomorrow with the actual model and everything.
Fashion class pretty much ate my day, but I’ve got to admit cibo is a close second for my main fascinations in Italy. This leads to a very important confession: up until this trip, I’ve never had a cannolo. I know this is probably blasphemy for anyone studying Italian or who loves food. I tried one the other night ago at this place where the people were kind of stuck up. It tasted sorta bleh.
But tonight I gave the pastry another chance.
It’s safe to say I may have diabetes now. I literally felt my body convulsing from so much sugar. So if I have to die one day, I know how I’m going to go.
Rather than spending all day on a bus (for once) I took a little trip down to Isola Bella, the local beach in Taormina. Of course I assumed it would be sandy and the water warm (just like Arigento) but instead it was a beach of pebbles. We got a pretty awesome spot on a little strip of land between the beach and a little island. Of course no trip to the beach is complete without being harassed about massages or a few topless sunbathers. To say the least, I finally caught up on my shut eye and let my sunburn get a little worse (though I actually wore sunscreen today).
The rest of the day has been trying to decipher an article on Neorealism and watching an old Italian film. As legit as it was, I would have rather been having dinner or getting some shut eye.
Instead of doing either of those currently, I’m spending my few hours before bed to upload some pictures to this and Facebook.
So I’m enjoying the last few minutes of the 4th day in Taormina, but this is the first blog of hopefully many. That is possibly the simplest testimony to how busy things have been.
Most of my adventure through the airport(s) has been a major blur, but the rest has been amazing. As much as I feel like graphic design isn’t what people would necessarily pair with Sicilia, getting to take the fashion course has been a (stressful) amazing opportunity to pump up my portfolio. Even though I haven’t gotten to start working on the fashion show part, I’m enjoying my time designing a t-shirt, which I get to finish Friday and have a photoshoot for on Saturday.
Tuesday was even more at the fashion school (except even longer) followed by a rather long trip to Agrigento.
Tomorrow=the beach (even if I already have a sunburn for Agrigento). Right now it’s midnight-ish here and I’m dead tired but tomorrow will bring many wonderful things like pictures, posts, and maybe even a few skype dates.