I’m feeling very lovey-dovey all of a sudden. Not that I mind. It’s been a relaxing day: no school (thank you almighty creator of inset days) and no homework. So far I’ve watched Serendipity, 500 Days of Summer and Sleepless in Seattle. I should be all romanced out…but I’m not. So I’m googling like mad to find my favourite videos and songs and photos that represent love. Watch out tumblr. ♥
I’m not usually one for celebrating Valentine’s day: over the years it’s been turned into a huge commercial plot to pry money from the hands of unsuspecting people.
According to the Nuremberg Chronicle of 1493 Valentine, or Valentinus, was a Roman priest who was imprisoned and executed for secretly aiding and marrying Christian couples who were being persecuted at the time of Emperor Claudius. Saint Valentine’s Day was established by Pope Gelasius I in 496 AD in order to honour Christian martyrs by the name of Valentine. It only became a day associated with love during the days of Chaucer, over a thousand years later.
Over the past century Saint Valentine’s Day has been moulded by the commercial world into a money-making scheme of mass-produced greetings cards and themed paraphernalia. Many believe that love is more than just a teddy bear or a box of heart-shaped chocolates and that it should be celebrated all year round.
However, it is nice to have one day of the year when people confess their love for each other and make over-the-top romantic gestures, and I will gladly welcome any day that allows people to forgive each other and focus on love and friendship.
I am so happy that The Artist won so many awards this evening at the BAFTAs. I first fell in love with silent cinema when I watched City Lights and have been captivated by their magic ever since. Silent films are incredibly underrated in today’s society and that’s why I think it’s so amazing that The Artist won seven awards, including Best Film, Best Actor and Best Director. I hope that this truly does mean the rebirth of the most wonderful era of cinema, the era of the silent films.
“The wonderment is that we still have the silent clowns, many now available in restored versions. Almost all of Keaton, of Lloyd, of Chaplin. They were artists who depended on silence, and sound was powerless to add a thing. They live in their time, and we must be willing to visit it. An inability to admire silent films, like a dislike of black and white, is a sad inadequacy. Those who dismiss such pleasures must have deficient imaginations.” ~ Roger Ebert.