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“écrire c’est toucher au trou qui fait qu’on y manque, au monde, qu’on le manque, et que c’est ce trou qui fait qu’on parle, ou, autre façon de proposition, que du fait qu’on parle on ouvre le trou entre lui et nous qu’écrire ça creuse un peu plus le trou du trou…” Christian Prigent What Christian Prigent says of poetry, Cristi Puiu might have said of filmmaking: “making a film is touching the

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According to Romanian critics, who dutifully take their cues from their foreign counterparts, these two movies in which the viewers receive no clues as to who does what to whom and why, would be the works of two filmmakers of comparable genius. If asked to choose, though, many would pick “The Autobiography” as the most seminal and important of the two. I find this so wrong that I will endeavor to

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That would be about 144 days, right? Anyway... Mungiu got my attention from the moment I noticed Gabita was waxing her legs. 144 days pregnant, in deep shit, therefore, and the woman was WAXING HER LEGS! I sank in my chair. This had got to be good. Her play with the stupid plasticized table cover (Oriental sounding "mushama" in Romanian, an ubiquitous object that some have come to integrate

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I have this new theory: that Romanians are the greatest communicators on Earth.I have spent a few weeks there this time around. And I am in love with the very people that originated ME. How lucky is that? What were the odds, I ask bombastically?They have this saying that goes "Romania is a beautiful country, too bad it's inhabited". (Don't they say that about France, too?) Anyway, it makes me mad

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What matters most these days, what will make history and what must be hurting all those political and media hacks to no end is... love! The love between a president and the people who chose him.Mind you, Romanian people are not very used to expressing themselves. They are used to pretending to like the one they applaud. But now they genuinely like a political leader! It took a long time, but it

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Like the sleep of reason that abides it, Romanian media produces monsters. They don't take long in the making... One year of heavy exposure, and voilà! You've got your custom made Romanian TV star or political analyst.Realitatea TV, the "news" TV channel owned by shady, transition-spawned "self-made-against-all-odds-millionaire", Sorin Ovidiu Vantu, (vantu translates as the wind) is fast becoming

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Why is there nobody in the Romanian streets, these days? As in "protesting"?Yes, yes, I've read the news. Several weeks' worth. That's why I am addressing rhetorical questions here.I was blissfully clueless regarding the current political situation, while still keeping in contact with a lot of friends over in Romania, until one of them asked:"How does all this new Romanian shit reflect over there

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From now on I will concentrate on the good things about Romania.I will paint pretty, fabulospiritual pictures.Yep.Yessiree...I'll do that.Scriu si in romaneste, daca doriti.ÜberKritik cel Bun

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I never seriously considered the possibility that others might enjoy my writing under this rabid guise. There was no plan B, this was meant to be a temporary venting blog. I wanted to delete it a while ago, but Sunhunter had linked here and it felt awkward to close the virtual door in people's faces, so i thought I'd wait it out. And then Unimportant added his bloody link and now I'm nailed here

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...at the hands of TwitterVision.RIPP.S. I realized what TwitterVision reminds me of: Jake Scott's video for R.E.M.'s "Everybody Hurts". The "camera" movement is there, doing crazy global travelling shots this time and focusing on assorted mug shots with a few words providing unexpected insights into folks' minds -- like the video's "subtitles" did.The scripted hurting part is missing of course,

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ÜberKritik Missing In ActionWeb traffic agents are investigating today the strange circumstances under which ÜberKritik, a lesser known blogger of Romanian origin, was reported missing from his virtual domicile on 25448411684 Blogger Avenue. He was last seen at Teo's, arguing that the host had proven bad taste when making fun of the late music critic Iosif Sava and when he had displayed a

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I remember a time when I used to click on the shortcut icon of hotnews.ro and be taken directly to a quick and wholesome digest of the latest and greatest articles to be found in the Romanian press. A Romanian friend had recommended this site and I never questioned who was behind this venture, as it had the look and feel of something a bunch of efficient programmers without an agenda would do.

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Since my last post, reality squeezed inside my blog in a shapely narrative arch, as the most fascinating turn of events occurred: Liiceanu and Plesu turned against Bucurenci and "executed" him on prime time TV - slowly and methodically, making it plenty obvious that they had planned it all along and were now enjoying it -- during fifteen minutes on their TV show. They were so ruthless and

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For the first time I watched the P&L show (called "Altfel" -- which would translate as "Otherwise", "Different") - the December 17 edition. As it progressed, I was sinking deeper and deeper in my chair, recoiling in horror as I realized that this might very well be the first good Romanian talk show I'd ever seen. Does it take the two most famous local intellectuals to get to this level of...

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You must be thinking: "This UberKritik guy really exaggerates. Why, we have Gigi Becali growing in polls like a tumor, we have OTV and DDTV and everybody they dig out, we have so many hacks in politics, and there he is, complaining about the few people in our public arena who are just... well, maybe not perfect." It's true, it may look like perfectionism from that perspective. But think of it

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According to the media, every day STUFF (initially called "shit" throughout this article) happens during these never-ending transition times. That is, unless Romanian teams are involved in international football games, when "stuff", like a huge djinny looming large over us, suddenly enters the game and all the imaginable details that surround it, as if it were sucked back into its proverbial

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With Tchipsy's help I realized that I was mistakenly taking for reckless self-promotion a potential media push of major magnitude. Otherwise, indeed, one cannot explain the new dimension which Bucurenci's notoriety acquired today: a major Romanian newspaper will feature him as a weekly editorial writer. ("The Daily Event" is rumored to be the "official" paper nowadays in Romania, siding with the

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I was beginning to wonder why nobody else seemed to mind Dragos Bucurenci's rise to fame. I can understand that TV audiences prefer to watch men who are easier on the eye than the current TV lineup. Even Romanian soap operas feature males whose only physical claim to fame may be the absence of a beer belly. Or what if 99% of Romania's gorgeous men (not very many to begin with, see the beer

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Lately, many Romanians took advantage of the dismal talented-people-to-TV-stations ratio and became overnight sensations. If you thought Paris Hilton was a silly occurrence on the global celebrity map, wait till you see and understand the Becali anomaly or the "Iri and Moni" show on the Romanian celebrities arena. But these unsavory characters have been widely discussed. There are other, more

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