(....) inventing an entirely new kind of writing: the non-fiction novel (....) in the night of november 14 two men broke into a quiet farmhouse in kansas and murdered an entire family. why did they do that? two worlds exist in this country: the quiet conservative live and the life of these two men (....) the criminal violent. and those two worlds converge in this bloody night. I have spent the last three months to interview everyone touched by that violence. I have spent hours talking to the killers and I will spend more. just researching that work has changed my life. it has altered my point of view about almost everything. and I think those who read will be similarily affected (...)

sagt truman capote in dem gleichnamigen film. sauseschritt wiederum entdeckt, dass er sich mit zunehmendem alter immer mehr an den rand des in diesen gesellschaften akzeptablen begibt. er kann und will es sich leisten. insofern ist die person und das handeln dieses truman capote noch immer ein skandal und wird hoffentlich immer einer bleiben. kaltblütig, eben:

und sauseschritt hat nach diesem fim das erste mal in seinem leben tatsächlich gefühlt und verstanden, warum die frage nach täter und opfer alle angeht und moral ein entbehrliches apercu ist.

die zeitgemäße antwot auf all die welt da draussen, die sich ja so furchtbar ernst nimmt und doch kaum weiss, was sie eigentlich will. wie war das? traue keinem über 30 ? geschätzte sklerotiker/innen: move your hips. auch das ist soul.

amy whinehouse mag anleitung sein:

He left no time to regret,
Kept his dick wet,
With his same old safe bet.
Me & my head high,
And my tears dry,
Get on without my guy.
You went back to what you knew,
So far removed
From all that we went through.
And I tread a troubled track,
My odds are stacked,
I go back to black.

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
I go back to us

I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe,
And I'm a tired penny rolling up the walls inside.

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to...
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to...
Black
Black
Black
Black
Black
Black
Black
I go back to...
I go back to...

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black
(tribute to e.)

again vienna? at least the cable connexion is fixed now: sauseschritt enjoyed this very much.

den film an einem sonntag anzusehen, an dem man/frau viel geplant aber letztendlich nichts substantielles getan hat, ist anzuraten. existentielle krisen und fortschreitendes altern unterstützen die wertschätzung. auch wer gute geschichte mag, kann dem streifen viel, sehr viel abgewinnen. sauseschritt, durch die letzte veröffentlichung von mk2 auf jonathan nossiter aufmerksam geworden, erwartet vorzügliches von einer etwas hochpreisigen dvd. was in sauseschritts schlichten sonntag nachmittag explodiert, ist eine cinematografische sensation.

ein sonntag wie viele andere, aber mit etwas mehr tiefenschärfe. ein sonntag wie unser leben. auch das filmmakermagazine zeigt sich tief beeindruckt.

(...) The film's tightly plotted narrative follows with irrational persistence the logic of mistaken identity. One wintry Sunday morning in Queens, Oliver (David Suchet) leaves the homeless shelter to which IBM downsizing has exiled him only to be approached by a strange woman uttering, "You're Matthew Delacorta, the film director." More an incantation than an introduction, this phrase unleashes an improvisational fantasy to which both Oliver and the woman, Madeline (Lisa Harrow), a self-exiled, middle-aged English actress, at first tentatively and then tenaciously cling (...)

ganz in unmittelbarer nähe von sauseschritts wohnung in paris befindet sich jenes graphische schatzkästchen: die impasse mousset. fast zweieinhalb jahre hat es hier geschlummert und erst letztes wochenende wollte es entdeckt werden. einfach klicken und reingehen!

und weil an abenden und nächten wie diesen, oft auch der blues vorherrscht, ein tribute an die wunderbare allison crowe:

You're a no good heart breaker
You're a liar and you're a cheat
And I don't know why
I let you do these things to me
My friends keep telling me
That you ain't no good
But oh, but they don't know
That I'd leave you if I could

I guess I'm uptight
And I'm stuck like glue
'Cause I ain't never
I ain't never, I ain't never, no, no (loved a man)
(The way that I, I love you)

Some time ago I thought
You had run out of fools
But I was so wrong
You got one that you'll never lose
The way you treat me is a shame
How could you hurt me so bad
Baby, you know that I'm the best thing
That you ever had

Kiss me once again
Don'cha never, never say that we're through
Cause I ain't never
Never, Never, no, no (loved a man)
(The way that I, I love you)

I can't sleep at night
And I can't eat a bite
I guess I'll never be free
Since you got, your hooks, in me

Whoa, oh, oh
Yeah! Yeah!
I ain't never loved a man
I ain't never loved a man, baby
Ain't never had a man that hurt me so bad

No
Well this is what I'm gonna do about it...