Mat i syn
12 October, 2008
In time all things pass. In time the moth, too, will die with the mother. The end comes with a scream and a sigh, lasts for a moment suspended forever. To remember her you forget yourself and you have been lost.
everything will be ok
11 October, 2008
You don’t understand, do you? Everything could go to hell and it still would be ok. Horrible is ok. Everything is ok.
Blindness
6 October, 2008
I am sure there are technical issues here that I ought to discuss… the pacing was not quite right and I take issue with the inconsistent representation of blindness as either dark or light, though the cinematography is stunning. But that is all secondary. The deeper issue, here- even beyond the hastily thrown-together social discussion and the relationship building and the primal fear of sightlessness- is the idea of pathological compassion.
What is it that leads one to care for others, when there is no benefit to the self- when, in fact, there is only detriment? Is it love, or arrogance, or genuine empathy? Does it stem from a belief in or a disdain of those around you? Do you care, to the point of doing yourself serious harm, because you believe that they deserve it? Or is it because you believe you do not? Because you believe that they would not manage without you? Because you believe yourself to be superior? Why? Why bother?
The Proposition
4 October, 2008
Australia is a strange hell- an orange and green, oversaturated, overexposed, blinding-hot hell filled with demons of all breeds and in all shapes. Or so Nick Cave would have you believe.
The Western is never dead, though many proclaim it to be so. It simply requires re-imagining every so often.
Rehearsals for Extinct Anatomies
4 October, 2008
Untie the strings. Pull the ends and unravel the world.
Barry Lyndon
4 October, 2008
This is Kubrick at his most incredibly overindulgent. Lighting indoor scenes with candles, moving at a pace so deliberate and so very achingly tense as to make each scene almost an exercise in eroticized vision, borrowing lenses from NASA- the entire production is over the top. And the end product is so delicate, so easily disrupted, that a single scene in which the lighting is not exactly perfect is so distracting it takes several scenes to recover from it.
I love this film, absolutely and completely, because it is so overwhelmingly beautiful. That kind of beauty is precisely what is necessary when the brain reaches a certain point of tension.
