So I saw The Tree of Life on Sunday. 20 minutes in, 7 people walked out. 1 hour into the movie and 15 people walked out.
When the film finished, there was silence. No one was sure if that was an amazing cinematic experience that will substitue 2001 on film schools or if it was just a big prank.
I think I loved it, although I’m not sure. The Tree of Life is the story of a 50 year old man who questions if all the traumas of his childhood were significant enough compared to the immensity of the Universe. Love is all that matters, anything else is redundant. Or at least that’s what I understood.
Terrence Malick will show you the Big Band, Dinosaurs, first steps of a baby, summers of your childhood, everything that matters to anyone and will ask you, does it really matter? Look at the universe, it’s fucking humongous, do you really think that that summer when you were 8 would be important when the universe collapses?
One thing it’s for certain though, it’s the most beautiful film I’ve ever seen.
Yesterday I attended the screening of “The Internet“, among other 19 short films, at the Cross Kings in London.
It was a fun night, the piece got quite a few laughs and people seemed to enjoyed it. The staff at the Cross Kings was extremely helpful and friendly, so a big thank you to them.
I generally enjoy this type of events, you get to see different type of films on a big screen, instead of your computer, and mingle around people struggling through the same ordeals as you.
Sometimes you discover talent, and sometimes you see films selected for the wrong occasion. More than 10 minutes of colours and sounds could be part of an incredible art installation, but in between drinks, and live music it seems to be a bit out-of-place.
Last Tuesday I went to the cinema after work, it was one of those days you just go because you couldn’t face another evening at home memorizing the Wikipedia. Having one of those Unlimited Cards from Cineworld, I get to go to the cinema without even thinking what movie to watch. That rewarded me with the discovery by chance of authentic masterpieces like Brick, and some slightly long evenings with some other movies not worth mentioning this time.
So, last Tuesday I watched A Prophet which luckily turned up to be not only excellent, but one of those films that forces you to go and talk about them with someone, anyone. The receptionist from the office, your uncle, strangers from the internet through a website that allows you to talk about things you like talking about.
Contrary to the rest of arts, the ‘epic’ movie gets worse each time a new iteration or re-envision gets commissioned.
There’s a very clear and defined structure on these type of movies; basically taking the David vs Goliath fable and adding a bit of Greek Tragedy by killing ‘David’ and let the social movement inspired by his act be the winner.
Many other movies seem to be ‘Epic’ or to follow the ‘Epic’ structure or feeling, but to qualify for this all important post, they need to fit within certain parameters I would gladly pull out of my ass.
I’ve been fortunate enough to have lived in Japan for two years.
During that time I watched many movies, I am not talking about the classics like the Kurosawa’s and such, I’m talking about going to the local rental video store and start picking movies without knowing anything about them. Just judging by the cover.
After the enjoyable viewing of Synecdoche, New York and my constant admiration of Mr. Kaufman’s work, I’ve decided to write about one of those silly ideas that we usually never share due to the lack of real importance and significance.
Does Charlie Kaufman have a messy female hair fetish?
(rhetoric) A figure of speech by which an inclusive term stands for something included, or vice versa; a figure of speech in which a part is spoken of as the whole (hand for laborer) or vice-versa (the court for the judge).
“simultaneous understanding”
It’s also the debut as a director of Charlie Kaufman , extraordinarily talented writer of: Being John Malkovich, Adaptation or Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
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I’ve been fortunate enough to have lived in Japan for two years.
