Big Lie Theory

"In the big lie there is always a certain force of credibility; because the broad masses of a nation are always more easily corrupted in the deeper strata of their emotional nature than consciously or voluntarily; and thus in the primitive simplicity of their minds they more readily fall victims to the big lie than the small lie, since they themselves often tell small lies in little matters but would be ashamed to resort to large-scale falsehoods. It would never come into their heads to fabricate colossal untruths, and they would not believe that others could have the impudence to distort the truth so infamously. Even though the facts which prove this to be so may be brought clearly to their minds, they will still doubt and waver and will continue to think that there may be some other explanation."

Adolf Hitler , Mein Kampf, vol. I, ch. X

Theory in practice:

Zoom 100 Million Light Years From Earth

Did you ever consider the size of the universe? Well just to open up your brain and unbox your perceptions. Check this out!

Blowing Up Ostankino vol.1 [Nightmare]

Me and my friends went to see Ostankino, which was somehow standing in Berlin at exact place of city's TV Tower. With us we took a small, insignificant, childish gun, which looked like the one that cannot even shoot.

We arrived to Ostankino and played around there. Suddenly, I see training hall with people working on their fit. I appear somewhere on a height spot above the scene of a theater, next to the ceiling. While standing there, one guy from MTV (Jackass) runs towards me and jumps from that metal scaffold I was standing on. In the air he is slowly floating down the floor of the scene, making circles. Then he falls on the floor.

I leave this place and see my friends with whom I've been playing outside earlier on. We see a lot of people running away from Ostankino (like it is connected with a fact that it was on fire and I had an idea that it will fall one day) and I run away too. I meet them at the exit, we run and see, from about 100 meters away, that Ostankino is collapsing.

Then I say - where is my gun (that kiddy gun)? And guys say that it's been left somewhere in the Cafe, we were leaving from (which looked like McDonalds). They all took their stuff, but my gun was forgotten. (I don't remember shooting from it)

I come back to Ostankino. Looking for my gun. Suddenly, I see lots of biathlonists sitting inside that Cafe. So lots of ski equipment is standing outside. I try to find my gun. And at that moment somehow I feel that when I find it I shouldn't show my gun to the police, as it could be dangerous for me. I feel they are looking for me.

I see my childish gun among piles of skies. I take it and start going away. Nobody from police sees me, so I continue walking and try to find my friends.

I see two police guys. I start to run away on something like roller blades, when suddenly I ram into some kind of flowerbed with a very high fence around it. I was moving on a high speed! I fall inside it, take a deep breath and stand up. I jump from it but Police has already seen me. They quickly move towards me, but somehow without paying attention to me. They pass by and jump into flowerbed. I look at them and see two police guys searching for something in there. I know that they are looking for the gun. I left it there. Just when I thought about that they find the gun. I am standing there, on the fence, looking at them. AND! Trying to say something to them, so they will just leave me alone or forget everything, amazingly radiant flash blinds me.

I am in the prison. I have a nice room (that shows my stereotype that Western jails are nice). I even have nice speakers, internet and computer. I can even go outside of my "cage" anytime - but I don't run away - I stay there and accept my punishment.

I start wandering of the reasons I am there. But I don't remember nothing of what I've done. The only thing I remembered was that the whole story developed from my feeling that Police shouldn't see me. Then I remembered history around that fucking gun...

"Scientist of Life" [Experimental Movie Idea. Part 1. Alpha version]

IRRITATION

Credits are going backwards. Very crispy, saturated image to irritate the viewer.

CUT

Dark planet is burning from inside. It's energy is overwhelming. It's covered with pulsating veins. Left side is covered with massive cancer tumor. Suddenly, that disgusting incrustation explodes from inside, spreading dirty-yellow liquid on the planet.

CUT

Dark frame. Crunchy sound.

CUT

A mouse is eating something dirty-yellow in someone's ear. Crunchy sound continues. We hear someone crying. Mouse gets deeper inside, crunchy sounds volume peaks to maximum level. A very irritating atmosphere. Mouse gets completely inside the ear.

CUT. 1st PERSON CAMERA VIEW

Dark industrial corridor. You feel as if you are a flying power. This power goes through the walls, through industrial premises and appears in a dead-end of a corridor. It stops.

CUT. NORMAL CAMERA VIEW

Silhouette of a mouse in profile, which kinda pop-stylishy (Ripchord - Thrill Cosby 5:19-5:21) appears next to that dead-end wall and starts eating it.

(just like that yellow shit from the ear)

CUT. CAMERA 1st PERSON VIEW

Power flies through that dead-end wall.

TRANSITION "THROUGH THE WALL"

THE QUOTE

Dark room. A chair stands in the center, book is lying on a seat, TV screen is floating in the air in front. A video is being played on it.

Description of that video:

CLOSE UP

Dark background. Absolutely inemotional narrator is reading the Quote from a book. His eyes look straight at the viewer, like anchorman's on Evening News. His face doesn't show any emotions. His voice is calm, mild tempoed, affected by smoking. He is dressed in a cheap black suit, white shirt and striped grey tie.

"The QUOTE"

NARRATOR

Once upon a time homo erectus, a primitive human, stumbled across a dying kinsman motionlessly lying on the ground, he touched his cold body, his ears heard his last breath: he witnessed death. That was a moment of understanding the finiteness nature of life. He realized that someday he will die. That was a dreadful discovery. Fright of approaching nonexistence stroke his mind. Eternal void became his biggest fear. That was a birth of desire to weaken the fear of nothingness and reconcile him with the idea of mortality. Exactly at that instant, human felt need for god. That was the beginning of religion.

(pronounced Quote is used as background speech through the whole scene)

Through the whole scene 1st person camera moves towards the screen and eventually gets inside it, showing narrator in full-screen.

CUT. DEEP BASS

A siluete of a man on a bed, in front of the window. He is alone and dying. On the back we see Death (classic figure with scythe) coming closer and closer. We only hear steps, breath and voice. Pressure of Silence.

DYING MAN

I'm nothing. I am nothhhiii...

With this words he dies.

CUT

Dark field with the Death standing at the center, looking at the horizon. Sound of blowing wind. Lightning in a long distance.

CUT

Night Sky. Stars. Rings of smoke. Silence.

(long take)

CUT. "THROUGH THE RINGS OF SMOKE"

Dark field. Smoke is filling the surface slowly. Somewhere at far distance a silhouette of Death is standing. Wind is blowing. Background voice is slowly saying:

MAIN CHARACTER

Why we are here?
What is the reason of Life?
Why am I here?
Camera slowly slides to the sky. A ring of smoke.

SLIDE UP INTO DARKNESS

Dark frame. Weird noise. Light appears in a distance, revealing the chess board. It has no borders, we don't see the end of it. No figures. Everything is dark. Only a little light in the center. Smoke covers the whole chess-board. Camera shows lightened part closer and a little from the top. Scream of a small baby. Smoke sucks in. It reveals the only figure standing there - The King.

To be edited and continued...

Ripchord - Thrill Cosby

I've just seen fucking genius visuals, produced by Ulrich Schmidt in 2008. Music track is written by Ripchord and is called "Thrill Cosby". Just check it out on a good sound system!

I think this visuals deserve to be in a museum of modern art! This is Sick! Maybe a bit too long, but in overall... Damn, for my taste the idea is genius.

Morning feelings

I woke up today at 4 in the morning, cooked some breakfast, opened a window and gazed at the sun rising, while music was playing quietly. Nature is so peaceful in this time of the day. Just a cool breeze, leaves softly shaking, birds and airplanes flying somewhere in a far and lazy distance. Life around seems so dissolved into an awoken dream, you are barely conscious yet you are watching it sleep. It seems like you are observing someone you lived with all your life and towards who you grew feelings . As if that someone were in lands of another world and left it's body here in reality for you to look at/after. It feels as if time has slowed down to infinity, and is motionless, rewarding you with peace and balance of it's immortal nature.

I understood that I had forgotten to obey the natural beauty of this World. I had forgotten how thought-provoking and how spiritual it was to watch life wake up. Why am I not doing this every morning? But will I experience the same strength in the way i feel these emotions ? Is it possible that I will get bored with overfilled/the overwhelming perfection of Nature? Well, I lived 20 years and seen it happen. Your perceptions change with your mood, with the stress you are going through, with your wins and your loses, with the chemical reactions in your blood, which determine your inner condition. But nature doesn't change. It slowly evolves, deforms under human ambitions, but on the Universes' scale it doesn't change at all. Isn't it fortunate for us to be living in such a World, where there is always something to be certain about? Physical rules won't change; water won't become stone; billions of planets won't stop moving around their suns... So far only humans have been destroying their own creations. We don't feel ourselves as part of one piece. We see each and other as opposing forces, as rivals and enemies. Constantly looking for our own piece of joy, even covering it with love, sacrifices and feelings. We were created that way. But why? Assuming something or someone was designing our species, this World and life around us, why were we constructed with such an emotional dependance? Why are we able to think? What is the master-plan of our existence? Are we here just to entertain the universe with our silly, emotional decisions, with the wars and the destruction we are able to perform? Or is it just an outfit for great thinkers to appear, for Philosophers to move our civilization to deeper understanding of our true nature? Or artists to make our perceptions evolve? No, all these possible answers are just too insignificant for being a reason of why Nature has us the way we are. What is all that for then?