Halloween. Or a Plea for Trash Movies.

Every Halloween I watch this one horror film with the promising title “The Slaughter” with my friends. The dialogues are – euphemistically spoken – stupid. All the deaths are far too brutal and not even filmed well. The plotline? Don’t even get me started on it. On top of all that, there are random Black Metal picture compilations. But still, we speak along with all the stupid quotes like
„We should not split up anymore“ – „Yes, sure I am just getting my stuff“.

So, you may think that this is as deep as the niveau of cinema as an art can go. And still, there are supposedly smart people – like us – watching them (well aware of the fact that it’s NOT going to be a masterpiece).
You may now ask which came first. Was it the poor filming or was it the undemanding acceptance of horror films? Sure, there hasn’t been anyone as awesome as like Hitchcock around in quite some time. Contemporary screenwriters – famous ones writing for blockbusters or just students like you and me – tend to follow an easy and simple recipe that always succeeds with the target audience.
That may be also a problem of cinema in general, but then you have to see: why do we watch movies on Halloween? Because after coming home from Halloween-clubbing we don’t look for a great artsy cinema experience. We want to enjoy ourselves watching some splatter. Plus, those us feel less embarrassed about us sitting on the couch in costumes and eating pumpkin soup.


Merkel, Greece and the Euro Crisis. A German Perspective?

The European Union is crumbling, a “German Perspective” on the current situation of protests in Greece is ought to be interesting. So, what do I know about all these German and European, if not global issues? 

I come from Bavaria, which is sometimes not even said to be a part of Germany. But still, I would consider myself a politically interested person.  For Instance, my Minor is all about the mass media and I am engaged in the Green Party. I try not to swallow everything I read in a cheap (if not free) Newspaper and be well-informed on what’s going on. Nevertheless, I could not possibly know everything about these global issues, all these words haunting newspaper headlines. The basic question is: should Greece spend money, or should they save money?

So, let’s start with my home base. Even since France’s Sarkozy is gone as a tower of strength, our first female Chancellor Mrs. Merkel doesn’t let off the European Stability Mechanism (ESM) working, meaning to save money.  She may be acting like this because she is mocked for being an opportunist occasionally. Proof for that may be that the strong woman, who fought for the energy turnaround, used to say things like: „It’s like baking a cake – here and there something can go wrong”[i] about nuclear power.But then, that was 14 years ago.

Let’s go further to Greece. What I could see in German TV were some sensational documentaries about corruption and workless people ravaging on the streets. Hidden cameras should show how everything there is going wrong. I found that worrying about German Journalism.  Just as worrying as I find pictures of Merkel dressed up as Nazi in Greek newspapers. Concluding neither country does too well regarding media coverage. No surprise that in a survey only 39 per cent[ii] of Germans think that Greece shall stay in the Eurozone.

To sum it up: media coverage, impressions, and personal situation will change each individual views. As for “my German perspective”: I solely know what I wrote in this very article. Because many people ask me that: I’d like to clarify that I cannot sense any negative energy, neither against Greece nor its population within my social contacts. But I believe everyone has his own ideas regardless background; as I am from Bavaria and don’t like beer.


Tenacious D


Tenacious D or “Guts.”

I may be biased when writing about Tenacious D. It may be because I saw them in the beautiful city of Dublin. I may be biased because I went there with my best friend. It may be because the O2 Academy is one of the prettiest venues I’ve ever been to. My bias might also stem from the fact that I love the D’s songs ever since I first saw their movie „Kings of Rock“. It may be Jack Black’s incredibly powerful presence conveyed by his gestures and rocking on the stage. And it is definitley because they are the best.

But, also from an objective point of view, they got what it takes. They have guts. Tenacious D was formed in 1991, when I was not even a dirty thought in my dad’s mind. It may be due to the fact that they can come on stage in glowing bathrobes and make it look simple to entertain one of the most manifold masses I’ve ever seen. You need balls to perform standing in front of a huge phallic Fenix. And I am not only talking about the toy gun Jack Black fired at an alien puppet during “Death Star”. Starting off with only new songs, Tenacious D made the anxious crowd just go crazy when they just suddenly played well-known “Kielblasa Sausage”. My personal show highlights were the theatrical interludes performed by our kings in between the songs. And, of course, it was not a surprise that the smash hits “Kickapoo” and “Tribute” led to multiple eargasms. One thing is sure: they love what they’re doing.

There was a huge fuss when they announced their new album to be released by the end of November. The euphoria went down a bit when Jack stated it to be called “Simply Jazz”, featuring only one 45-minute song and only appearing on vinyl. And when they then started giving a 5-minute preview (starring Kyle Gass with a flawless flute solo), everyone should be able to tell the mockery. But, after the grande finale with everyone doing a solo – coming to its zenith with Jack’s vocalizing – everyone was reconciliated. Nevertheless, the encore with “F’’’ her gently” exceeded it again.

The whole evening could be described as grand, and I had the impression that everyone left the concert happily. That may also be because Tenacious D seem like old friends. After all, they are but (full-figured) men.

Freud and wha’ever

When we gather knowledge, we want to show off. For instance, when taking the lessons for my driver’s licence I started to critizise my parents’ driving styles in every possible way. And, give it two month after passing the test, I forgot all about that. Because there are new things to brag about, new stories to tell.

So, right now I am watching documentaries about Freud for an analysis of Dr Jeckyll and Mr Hyde. Freud talked a lot about sex. But another thing he reinvited was the trinity within each of us. Our three parts are


You might imagine this like a scene in a pub. The Id, the part that’s steered by our instincts, attacks the (boring and moralizing) Super-Ego. And then there’s the poor Ego, who has to go between them to prevent anything bad from happening. We can understand that those three will not often go and have a beer after that.

So, what I wonder about: where does everyone’s crave for knowledge in humanities come from? Of course, it’s rational to create a shining CV with lots of extracurricular activites and foreign languages. Being with loads of ERASMUS-students, most of which are at least bilingual overachievers, tends to put me under pressure. And I don’t think that it’s different for anyone else. The philosophers weren’t the big thinkers, they were the ones actually (dared to) put down their inner dialouges in (neat and almost comprehensible) words.

So, I don’t only research for my own studies in English and Communication Sciences and study a lot for my dream to speak perfect Japanese: I also started to read about economics and politics and learn Spanish vocabulary whilst writing this post. And that is not only because of childish competing against others. I really love studying and learning about new things. I feel bad when I don’t open a book during the day. And I want to exchange my thoughts with others. And maybe that’s also just for the lust to know more and show off more. Vicious cycle.

But then, there’s also your friends’ and mates’ Id – Ego – Superego. And they tend to take you to a stripclub in the middle of the night. And I still wonder: what does all of that have to do with sex? Wha’ever, even Freud said that a cigaret sometimes is only a cigaret.