"The Red Violin is a beautiful new award-winning film of great drama and emotion, with a stunning soundtrack from major contemporary composer John Corigliano that features a brilliant performance from violinist Joshua Bell. The film was released by Lion’s Gate Films on June 11, 1999 in New York and Los Angeles, and opened in wide release in the following weeks.
A tale filled with passion, pageantry, tragedy, romance, adventure and intrigue, The Red Violin centers around a contemporary auction in which a priceless violin with an infamous past is placed on the block. As the bidding mounts, the story flashes back to signature chapters in the violin’s history and the inevitable impact it had on all those who possessed it. From its creation in 17th-century Italy, to the court of imperial Vienna in the 1790s, to Victorian England in the late 1800s, to the People’s Republic of China in the mid-1960s, the dramatic story spans continents and sweeps centuries. At the center of the story is a dark secret that is only revealed at the film’s suspenseful and sensational finale."
More than anything else, the movie V for Vendetta caused me to think about issues of art, language, individuality, purpose and fear. One should look at the film as an avenue to explore a whole number of concepts, both believable and unbelievable. As a final remark…
Notes scribbled on toilet paper can be a lifeline to others! (this, as it relates with an image in the movie) Tell people that you love them! Don’t hesitate for fear of being ‘forward’ or out-of-line. Just say it!
I thought to make a phone call just a short while ago, but hesitated. Mary Lee, 91, passed away…slipped out of our lives just yesterday morning on her sofa in her own home. I know that she realized I loved her…but I ignored an opportunity to say that. Listen to your heart.
I remember my grandma showing me how to make pie crusts, my grandpas voice, making my brother eat a jellyfish, being punched in the stomach, the smell of my mothers studio, having to leave the house when the paint fumes got dangerous, figuring out how my mom painted rivers, hating her boyrfriends, hating a lot of peoples boyfriends,rhythmic competitions, calgary transit, kyla drawing squares on my eyebrows, dancing, laughing on laurens basement stairs, fishcreek park, sitting on laurens roof, pushing weeji boards (sp?),house hippos,living in hotels,parents dancing to neil young on sunday mornings,concerts with my mom and brother,london with my sister,finding all of the easter eggs before my brother could,walking the dog before lauren picks me up, the sound of my skateboard on the sidewalk,drinking with my girlfriends,heartbreak,my friends letting me play songs over and over, annoying edger and peanut, walking across the river, dumpster diving at acad, conversations in drawing, sneaking to mosh at punk shows, mcdonalds/tims instead of school,waking up early for band camps,my sister helping me with the piano, conversations and the smell of espresso I took home after work, eating pancakes a lot during stampede,nosebleeds,being a part of the rosary club,wrestling, running, winning, losing….
When I write random things down like this it really makes me think about how good life is, Ive been focusing on negative things lately. I hope other people are inspired to really look at their own story. The above is all mine, and it is all I have. How did I forget?"