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yes, There Will.
I just went to the dollar theater again today, sort of against my better judgement... but then again, that's been my better judgement this year so far. My practice has been to go to class (8-12) then drive across the bridge to the dollar theater, catch a film, go home. It seems that seeing-a-film-for-a-buck has been replacing the possibly more productive work-out-if-I-have-an-hour-free. This may or may not be a great thing.
For my wind-down routine it's been great, that's for sure.
Seeing films alone is one of the most individually empowering activities I've ever undertaken. I highly recommend this. There's nothing better than seeing movies, that have a 50/50 chance of being wonderful or mediocre, in a semi-empty theater, in a row by yourself, with other people surrounding you (mostly of the geriatric crowd if seeing the movie on Senior Monday--this is a treat, especially when I saw The Queen, during which the entire theater of 70+ year olds acted as if the movie was a 2+ hour inside joke just for them. It wasn't, and I was forced to leave early. Something I do NOT recommend... please stick it out. I'm sorry I didn't. Just on principle. This might be too long to be within a parenthesis still.).
Anyways, point being, if you allow yourself to see movies in a public forum on your own, you also allow yourself to engage the movie with the purest reactions your psyche can muster. This is a beautifully freeing experience, when viewing a good or quality film, and can teach you alot about yourself and the ways and whys that media moves you.
There Will Be Blood...
"I have abandoned my son... I have abandoned my son... I have abandoned my boy..."
this film was quite moving...
starkness, reality, seething, plodding, dark, dirty, void...
a full story of a man endlessly haunted by himself, desperate for everything he had grown up in, for all the ambiguity of himself, even though he lived as though he knew all of it.
But for all that, he did not.
All the good or redemptive parts of himself were so strange that he could not let them be expressed. And so he became instead a dead man, unable to collect a balanced life for himself, he shunned and killed everything that was emotionally important to him, only leaving for himself the most lonely and hollow scraps of a life.
what a sadness.
what a film.
Daniel Day-Lewis was perfect.
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| | Posted 4/1/2008 12:35 AM - 78 Views - 6 eProps - 3 comments
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