Monthly Archives: April 2016


you don’t know what hit you
that all someone needed to do
was to ask: ‘how are you, sweetheart?’
It’s like someone threw a bullseye dart
into your board of Zen
you can’t breath, not even count to ten
you’re incapable of thinking
your mind feels like a ship that’s sinking
no way of getting out, the sorrow that goes in waves,
have hit you and there’s a storm out. No caves
to hide in, just you and the feelings
you haven’t bared in a while, squirming out like eelings
shocking, hurting, slapping you around
you feel like you’re about to be drowned
except that isn’t true
it’s the lack of a sensible life to pursue
you feel like shit has just hit the fence
and it’s only a dude asking for a pence
outside the supermarket where you just did shopping
man, you have some issues with your cropping
(of feelings, that is!
It’s not a game of Tetris,
you have to actually deal with it once in a while
and if not, find yourself a proper phone to dial
the number of 0900-FIND-ME-A-THERAPIST
’cause this ain’t going nowhere, period!)

Yes, so it doesn’t rhyme. Or float well. Whatever
Bite me, endeavour.

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Posted by on April 30, 2016 in Poems



Some movies get made with very good actors that make you wonder if they even read the script before saying ‘yes’ to it, or were they just drunk when that happened?
There’s a few pretty good actors in this film, such as Keira Knightley, Sam Rockwell, Chloë Grace Moretz. Unfortunately the story of a young woman Megan (Keira Knightley) who has just been proposed to at the wedding of one of her best friends and gets so shaken up about it that she spends the night with a couple of teens, just doesn’t cling on. Annika being one of those kids (Chloë Grace Moretz) does make it a bit better, but not much. Megan still is, at most, the big sister of the group who gets accepted everywhere but has no direction for herself.
It’s like being stuck in a piece of art you have no idea how to look at. There’s no straight line in the story, except you know that at some point Megan will have to go back to her other life.
Craig, Annika’s single dad, played by Sam Rockwell, is about as louzy played as the rest of them.
I don’t blame the actors though, I truly blame the story and the script. OK, Keira Knightley using an accent that I last heard her use in A Dangerous Method, where it made a) more sense, b) sounded far more convincing c) was a better film altogether, it was a move she shouldn’t have done here. Probably was forced though.

Anyway, not a film I’d quickly tell you to bother yourself with. A midlife crise ten to twenty years too early, depicted as a wobbly hiccup in a silly madness of two nutcases who shouldn’t have together in the first place. Because the magic between Megan and her fiancée is not exactly convincing either.

But no worries, all of these actors have made far better films than this one.

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Posted by on April 29, 2016 in Films, Opinion, Uncategorized


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The Missing

With James Nesbitt, Frances O’Connor, Tcéky Karyo, Emilie Dequenne.
The nightmare of any parent: your child goes missing while you’re on a holiday. It’s bad at all times, but being in a country you don’t properly speak the language of, it’s a total disaster.

This series gives you a kick in the nuts or uterus at times. The games played by several included parties are so cruel, you do hope that not all of it happens on a daily base. While you very well know this is probably the case. It makes you wonder about Maddie McCann, but that’s really just one of many. On the other hand, people do still say it’s the McCann’s own fault it happened, while in the story of the Hughes (portrayed by James Nesbitt and Frances O’Connor) is clearly of a different kind.

But the story starts at the moment that Tony Hughes (excellently played by James Nesbitt) has returned for mission number a zillion to find their son.
Jean Baptiste (awesome play of Tcéky Karyo), the policeman who was involved in the search back then, hears Tony Hughes is back and decides to visit him. Somehow Tony Hughes convinces Jean Baptiste that he has found a new lead in the search for their son. And so the journey begins. Loads of flashbacks, though not all that obviously. Only Frances O’Connor has been through enough changes in make up and hairdos to clearly see the difference between ‘years back/now’.
The story shows how a relationship moves, changes and develops when a huge tragedy occurs.
Another great thing is seeing a peadophile truly struggling with his sexual orientation. Wanting to get rid of it, going to the doctor to get ‘fixed’, having major trouble in work because of it and so on. The struggle of someone truly fighting it, that is. Because, let’s face it, not every paedosexual does as s/he feels.

How journalists care more about their wallets being filled and how to do that. It reminds scarily much about how Piers Morgan got sacked. The sleezy way that journalists use to get any information as long as they get the assignment.
‘The worst day of the Hughes was my best one ever’.
The Hughes could be any family. You do wonder how come this journalist hates his subjects quite so thoroughly. ‘You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar’, somehow never got through to this journalist. You never see him treating his subject of interview nice. Not ever. He solely blackmails.

The ending is excellent, as far as that’s possible within these circumstances. It really is. And James Nesbitt gives such an amazing piece of acting there. Not many actors can say so much without saying anything. You see his struggle, his face really shows the rollercoaster of emotions going on inside there.

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Posted by on April 26, 2016 in Opinion, series


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The Village & Doubt

Two films that seem very different, but actually have quite a lot in common.

The Village is about a small community -they clearly used the Amish as an example- that lives on fear. The children are being brought up with fear that if they do anything around the borders of the village, it will be at great costs. They should just follow the rules, and as soon as someone does something that the elderly have warned them about, terrible things happen. It isn’t a real horror film, so not THAT drastic, but pretty bad anyway.

Doubt is about a convent/school, ran by nuns and priests. This is immediately one of the similarities with The Village: based on faith and the fear that is used for making children do what is believed to be ‘right’. Anyway. One of the nuns notices some odd behaviour with one of the pupils and reports this. This leads to further investigation and nicely stirs up an otherwise so calm and nice atmosphere within the walls of the school.

Both films strongly thrive on the fear that is created within the faith they believe. It connects, but also leads to the road that is believed to be the only right one.

Both films have very strong leader characters. In The Village it’s Joaquin Phoenix, Bryce Dallas Howard, Adrien Brody, Sigourney Weaver and William Hurt, in Doubt it’s Meryl Streep, Amy Adams, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Viola Davis and Alice Drummond. Both films deliver a classact when it comes to showing the fear, and both films disappoint in showing what the fear is all about.
Meryl Streep does best, which is not that surprising, by being a steadfast tin soldier, in a way. Very convinced at first about what is the right thing to do, then, as the title says, doubts.

The costumes are very much in touch with the community the storylines were based upon, though Amy Adams and Meryl Streep do look a bit like walking-around-lampposts, but still.

I’m someone who likes to see a thrill being fullfilled and neither film does that, but the acting, especially in Doubt, is a joy to watch. And yet, both films make you feel like you’ve just lost sensable time watching Jaws only being a goldfish with attitude.

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Posted by on April 19, 2016 in Films, Opinion


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Solliciteren bij een Callcenter

Dan belt het uitzendbureau je op: of je interesse hebt om op een Callcenter te komen werken.
‘Ze zoeken geen heel ervaren mensen, het is een hele open sfeer, prettig benaderbaar en ze werken ook niet met targets’. OK, beter dan niets en ik wil het best eens proberen.
‘Nou, leuk! Dan nodig ik je uit om bij ons langs te komen op de selectie ochtend, dan krijg je wat meer informatie en gaan we ook wat testjes doen, zoals rollenspellen’. OK. Doen we. Ik krijg een mail binnen met de datum en tijd waarop ik achterover jonglerend met m’n eenwieler moet verschijnen en tadaa! Ruimte vol mensen. Ons wordt verteld welk bedrijf het is (de naam zegt me alvast helemaal niks), en onze recruiter deelt allemaal blaadjes uit waar scriptjes op staan. Zelf draait ze zich om en ehhh Actie.
Na die ochtend krijgen diversen van ons -kennelijk- bericht dat we door zijn naar de volgende ronde. Ik ben er eentje van, hoera!
Die volgende ronde is op het bedrijf zelf.
Na een fors klere eind fietsen- ik hou niet van het openbaar vervoer en bovendien kan m’n conditie nog wel een flinke schop gebruiken-kom ik met m’n tong op m’n zolen aan, en mag ik met een Kantoormiep mee een hok in.
‘Goeiemorgen, wat fijn dat je er bent! Ik zal eerst even kort iets over mezelf vertellen, ik ben Blahblah van de HR afdeling, ik kom uit *bedenk hier maar een aanvullend verhaal bij wat ongeveer een halfuur duurt, inclusief aantal kinderen, beoefende sporten op het water, gelezen boeken en favoriete eten/vakantiebestemmingen* nou, dat ben ik, en wie ben jij?’ enigszins met m’n mond vol tanden zat ik wel.
Wat twijfelend vertelde ik de hoofdlijnen. Daar was ik binnen 20 seconden mee klaar. Dat dan weer wel.
‘Nou, prima, wat leuk! Ik ga even naar boven om te kijken of je met iemand mee kunt kijken om te zien wat de functie inhoud’, en zo kon ik m’n oren even uit laten suizen.
Al gauw kwam ze terug en bleek dat ik inderdaad even mee kon kijken. Dus hop, naar boven, koptelefoontje op en meeluisteren met een ervaren callcentermedewerker.

Na enige tijd kwam het Kantoormiepje me weer halen, vroeg of ik het leuk vond (‘ja hoor’) en ‘zal ik je dan een bevestigingsemail sturen?’ nou, prima! Dus ‘s avonds mailbox weer geopend. Bleek ik drie mails te hebben. Een test Nederlands (waar ik nog drie taalfouten uit haalde), een Persoonlijkheidstest en wanneer ze me weer op kantoor verwachtten.
Braaf de testen ingevuld. De Persoonlijkheidstest was tamelijk bizar, gezien het om multiple choice vragen ging, op het gebied van ‘praat jij ruzies uit, of laat je ze hun beloop? Wat is het meest waar, 1 helemaal niet, 5 helemaal wel’.
Ik kreeg daarvan direct de uitslag, die een reflectie gaf waarin ik mezelf totaal niet herkende, maar ik was nog steeds in de running, dus wat gaf het?
Weer terug op kantoor, bleek ik nog een ‘Klik-gesprek’ te moeten hebben. Met de teamleider. Die mij ook weer een heel verhaal vertelde, over hoe goed hij het allemaal wel niet deed en hoe ervaren de mensen onder zijn handen waren. Gezien ik werk zoals dit nog nooit gedaan had, kon ik me daar niet bij aansluiten, en toen ik zei dat ik eigenlijk niet zo geloofde in loterijen -het hoofddoel van de instelling- werd het enigszins stil aan de overkant van de tafel.
‘Ik geloof dat het beter klikte met de recruiter’, merkte ik ineens op.
‘Ja, dat krijg ik van wel meer mensen te horen’, sprak hij beteuterd.
Het klikte niet.

Toen de recruiter weer terug was, vertelde ik hoe het gesprek was verlopen.
‘Hij zei dat er meer mensen zijn die een gesprek met hem niet zo leuk vinden’, zei ik.
‘Nou, dat zegt dan meer over hem dan over jou’, stelde ze me gerust. Fijn. Waarschijnlijk ook een gevalletje ‘Good Cop, Bad Cop’, maar dat maakte niet uit.
‘Nou, als je dan nog even een typtest zou willen doen…’, allemachtig, nóg een test?!
‘Ja, het is omdat we hier zoveel verloop hebben’, legde ze uit toen ze mijn ietwat vreemde blik opving.
‘We hebben nu een bedrijf in de arm genomen om voor ons te meten wat we kunnen doen om het verloop op de werkvloer zo laag mogelijk te houden. Er is gebleken dat hoogopgeleiden hier niet lang zitten en dat…’, maar voor ze uit kon praten zei ik:
‘Jullie zouden het ook kunnen proberen door het salaris op te krikken. Minder dan 10 euro per uur is idioot weinig!’
‘Ja, dat hebben wij ook al voorgesteld, maar ze huren liever een bedrijf in om tot een andere conclusie te komen’, sprak ze schaapachtig. Ik moest lachen. Het kon me echt geen reet schelen of ik werd aangenomen, ja of nee. De hele tijd al niet. Voor mij was het puur om eens mee te maken hoe het eraan toegaat op een Callcenter.

Ik werd aangenomen.

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Posted by on April 14, 2016 in Daily life, Uncategorized


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Walt before Mickey

A film that is supposed to show how incredibly hard the life of Walt Disney was before he was actually successful. Unfortunately most of the acting by Thomas Ian Nicholas just doesn’t convince you of that. The fact that Jodie Sweetin is part of the cast, should tell you enough.
I skiphopped here and there, as it really didn’t get better in any way. It’s basically a waste of an hour and a half. And Mickey doesn’t show up until the last 6 or 7 minutes of the film.
If you do like to see someone struggle through money and acting incredibly bad, go ahead.

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Posted by on April 14, 2016 in Films, Opinion, Uncategorized


The Courageous Heart of Irena Sendler

This film on Netflix gives a powerful portrait of a heroin during the Second World War. Irena Sendler, who has as a Social Worker access to the Jewish getto in Poland, finds the team she works with without supplies to do what she originally intended: to prevent the typhus from spreading.
She sees the miserable circumstances that are brought on daily base to these Jews by the Germans, and can’t help thinking: there should be more I could do.
One evening she is being phoned quite late by people she knows. They have taken a Jewish child into their care, but no longer dare due to the Germans becoming more strict every day. Irena agrees to take the child with her, lets the girl stay the night with herself.
The next day, she tries to find a Polish family who will take the girl in. This is where the adventure starts. Because if she can find a family for one girl, surely it must be possible to do this for more children?
Aside the fact that it’s highly dangerous what she’s attempting, there’s also the highly emotional side of the story: she will guide the children to a safe place to stay, but will the children ever be reunited with their families? Also, Irena teaches the children to speak Polish instead of Jiddish, as their background cannot be revealed in case Germans would ever hear them. Some Jewish parents have problems with this.
Then again, it’s a war, and children should have a chance to a future.

The acting is incredibly powerful. It’s too bad it’s an American production, which leads to most of the actors talking English while the movie clearly plays in Poland, surrounded by Germans. Bit weird that bit, but OK. Anna Paquin does an excellent job at the weird accent, helped by Goran Visjnic who is Stefan, the man in the house of Janusz Korczak. If you ever did a Pedagogical study, his name should ring a bell, given that he setup his own Pedagogical views in the home for children that he had setup. Stefan is one of the workers in his house and he gives Irena directions as to where she should go to route- and planwise.
Excellent parts of Marcia Gay Harden (Irena’s mother), Steve Speirs (Piotr, the chauffeur) and Ruby Bentall (Stefania, one of Irena’s colleagues).
Piotr especially captures your heart immediately.

Watching a film like this at the current state of the world also makes you realise: in a way, things never changed. People are still able to blame a whole group of other people for doing wrong, while others don’t investigate before they believe this to be true.

The only thing that’s missing from this film, is the information that after the war, indeed efforts were made to reunite the children with the families they came from. It’s obvious that this wasn’t successfull in all cases.

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Posted by on April 6, 2016 in Films, Opinion, Uncategorized


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