CanaanDVD - 2010
Colors have scent. Sounds possess images. In a future world, where biochemical weapons have changed the game, an unlucky few have their senses blended.
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Ample apologies as there was no more room in other sections. Tags Summary: violence, martial arts, guns, senses, drama, fighting, action, terrorism, terrorists, biological weapons, biological viruses, photography, news reporting, strong language, cat’s cradle, strings of fate, existentialism, repetition in words, noir, names are important, true names, spirit names, I am what I feel and think I am at any given time, hatred cannot fight hatred. -X; Who
Episode 2: *While fighting on a moving bus roof, Caanan and an Old Crazed Man fight it out*…… Old Crazed Man: “I’ve got you cornered”……Caanan: “No. I’m going to go have fun with Maria (later on)”……Old Crazed Man:”Have fun?...You mean have WARGAMES!!!”……Caanan: ”No. I saw something like this on tv:……”……Old Crazed Man: “You ain’t hittin’ me at all!”……Caanan: ”Japanese girls like to have tea, go shopping…oh, and…oh…that’s right…*Caanan throws her weapon at the Crazed Old Man’s feet, to where he leaps up into the air and lands into a power-line, thus shocking himself to death…and Caanan finishes her words about what Japanese girls like to do*……Caanan: “And (they like)…doing cat’s cradle.”
Episode 3: Maria: “This sundae is awesome”……Caanan: “You say awesome a lot, Maria”……Maria: “I know, but…*Maria sighs and melancholically says*…”…well, it is awesome”……Maria: “You know, sometimes I get disappointed in myself”…”I just seem so average compared to them (the others)”…*Maria says, she thinks that everyone else is so amazing and that she is not*……Caanan: “I don’t think your average, Maria”……Maria: “You don’t?”……Caanan: “You’re awesome; awesomely calming; awesomely fun; awesomely pretty”……Maria: “Stop…You’re just making fun of me”……Caanan: “What are you saying?”…”how much you eat is awesome”…”Your antennae (hairs sticking up) are awesome”…*Maria blushes*
Episode 4: Caanan: “Their burning”…”the blue fires, are burning”……… Caanan: “I love them”…”weapons, I mean”…”I love them”…”they have no color”………Caanan: ”I hate the sun because its blue”…”That’s the color of hatred”…”If I find a blue aura”…”an enemy is sure to be there” [The vernacular awareness exhibited via Caanan, were the things that I had liked about her; it took me eons of previous incarnations to come to these kind of conclusions…that one is an artist…that one is a poet, reading thru senses and taking them, molding them into works of one’s own being]
Frightening or Intense Scenes: Most interesting are the deathly creations, via human experimentations, and via pathogenic virus mutations, bringing bane, blight, and damnable, damnations. -X; Who
Violence: It having very, visceral, violent scenes, being bunches of blood, guts, and gore... thru guns, gun shots, and more. Not much more, imagination, left to be seen. -X; Who
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Extra, Extra Thoughts That couldn’t fit within the Comments Section: (11) From my experiences, life can be confusing; and when we as Narcisis are always looking into a pool of our own reflection, we will always seemingly get more confused. (12) I know it was not fair to the series Caanan, but I was rushing to finish Caanan, so as to be able to return it to the library the next day. So, I did fall asleep [for natural reasons] while watching and listening to this series. I awoke during the last episode, but I did dutifully make effort to rewatch, and so I went back to juncture where I had initially passed off into somniferous sleep (13) I feel that stories are the only things that exist in this world, and yet I believe that nothing is real. For one to live, I feel that stories do not have to be believed as actually have had occurred; I believe stories are created thru one’s perception to relate self to one’s surroundings. So when one can see one’s awareness… one will relate oneself to anything… and one will continue to ask self, “what am I and what is anything?” (14) I do wish, however, that the outside world would somehow come to a conclusion to tell stories more effectively. But, perhaps that really is as much my fault. I suppose the more I write here in this space, the more arrogant I will look or be. The more I think and feel in my pursuing life, the more I think and feel that I have outlived my usefulness and I have outlived limits and limitless concepts of mine and others’ own crafting. I write because I can; I write because it is my practice; I write to relate myself to myself; I write to relate myself to others; I do this so that I can relate. (15) The only true thing that matters to me that I have found is to selflessly care for others no matter if they try to hurt me/you/us/him/her/it. There seems to be a tremendous amount of orphans out there amongst all supposed creatures [of one’s self], whom come into this world without any place to call home. So, all one, such as me or any supposed me, can do best, is to act as a beacon, and give one’s all, even to one’s dying breath. These are values and traits that I most cherish in these waning, Ragnorok days of my life. There are many that seem to be constantly moving and talking without silence and rest, so my gift to others these days, is vocal silence; to go on journeys of silence… even if and when people around me are saying horrible words to me and are saying rumors about me. And so this is how I can better relate to so many others outside myself. This anyway helps me to grasp that I am imaginary… and that is the only way a being like me can exist. (16) The more I partake in other people’s performances, the more confused I get about many things. I know in my mind, in my senses… and I have felt this strongly for some time: the ways of extreme humility are the only ways to feel life and all the simple/complex personas of all its supposed creatures. So I will refrain for the moment and hold myself in sedentary, sitting staying repose, returning back to seemingly, a cyclical, and never ending and same played out eternal day, an eternally non-read, non-fully-understood story of my own day. I did feel Caanan to be a very beautiful and resonating piece. Rating: 4.7/5.0… for its sensual uniqueness and character point of view interaction; Xandor Who
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