cymbidia
unrepentant pervert
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I'm a major league fan of art films and foreign imports. I love subtitled movies. I live for the winners of all the Oscar-like awards in the world to make thier way to my geographical area.
I'm lucky in where i live, too. We have a seven-screen movie house here that only shows these kinds of movies. Nothing else. There are three other movie houses that offer them along with some of the usual Hollywood stuff.
So i see a lot of foreign and art and subtitled films. And, perversely, i love going by myself, too. No one to push my elbow off the arm rest. No one stealing sips from my coke. No one who wants to whisper during the show. Just me and my thoughts and my immersion in what's going on.
As a public service, i'm going to report on them here. Please feel free to join in, too, if you like.
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Today/tonight i saw two new films. Both would have to be characterized as being on the sobering side. If i had it to do over, i would not choose to see both of these on the same day. It was way too much rollercoaster action in terms of emotions for me, were i choosing again.
The first one was called 13 Conversations About One Thing and takes the form of loosely interrelated little vignettes that all converge, somehow, on the idea of the transitory and often illusive nature of happiness and the reality of the way we really don't control the events in our lives. Good movie. Worth the cost of the ticket, certainly.
It was the second movie i saw, a New Zealand import called Rain that's still with me now, hours later. I can't shake it. It's haunting. It's evocative. It's chilling. It encompassed superb storytelling and acting. The reality quotient is high. It was an incredible movie. I wish i could recommend it wholeheartedly but i can't. I'm divided on it. It's a great movie - direct and intense. But it's godawful and wrenching and terrible for the parents of young children to watch, too. I left the theater in tears, as did many others.
Of the two, if you can handle it, i'd recommend the New Zealand Rain without hesitation. If, of course, you can handle it.
I'm lucky in where i live, too. We have a seven-screen movie house here that only shows these kinds of movies. Nothing else. There are three other movie houses that offer them along with some of the usual Hollywood stuff.
So i see a lot of foreign and art and subtitled films. And, perversely, i love going by myself, too. No one to push my elbow off the arm rest. No one stealing sips from my coke. No one who wants to whisper during the show. Just me and my thoughts and my immersion in what's going on.
As a public service, i'm going to report on them here. Please feel free to join in, too, if you like.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Today/tonight i saw two new films. Both would have to be characterized as being on the sobering side. If i had it to do over, i would not choose to see both of these on the same day. It was way too much rollercoaster action in terms of emotions for me, were i choosing again.
The first one was called 13 Conversations About One Thing and takes the form of loosely interrelated little vignettes that all converge, somehow, on the idea of the transitory and often illusive nature of happiness and the reality of the way we really don't control the events in our lives. Good movie. Worth the cost of the ticket, certainly.
It was the second movie i saw, a New Zealand import called Rain that's still with me now, hours later. I can't shake it. It's haunting. It's evocative. It's chilling. It encompassed superb storytelling and acting. The reality quotient is high. It was an incredible movie. I wish i could recommend it wholeheartedly but i can't. I'm divided on it. It's a great movie - direct and intense. But it's godawful and wrenching and terrible for the parents of young children to watch, too. I left the theater in tears, as did many others.
Of the two, if you can handle it, i'd recommend the New Zealand Rain without hesitation. If, of course, you can handle it.