if it's saturday night. that means if i don't have a gig -- or something else that's going to drag me out of the house -- i'm at home watching something interesting on netflix. although this saturday finds me out of town, that will hardly stop my fun. (i did look for a drive-in in the area to surprise my permanent boyfriend, but things are pretty soggy around here so that's out.)
my taste in film is running sideways lately. here's a "top ten" taste of what i'm into, so far this year. have you seen any of these?
- a somewhat gentle man
- diary of a nyphomaniac
- for a lost soldier
- ip man
- the girl who kicked the hornet's nest
i'd like to believe that i'm beginning to think visually. that is, i want visuals that tell the story -- not words. i'd also like to believe that i'm gaining a better understanding the inner workings of all the elements that make a movie come alive.
i wish carrie could answer my stupid questions about mise-en-scene or sound choices or camera angles. i really do.
monsieur hire is what i saw tonight.
i refuse to give this film away plotwise but i will say this: this movie is a love story that is so achingly beautiful in such a hopeless way, it's nothing short of cringe-worthy. the romance that unravels so carefully inside of it all epitomizes the aforementioned chuck palahniuk quote. the thing that i clutched to my chest in the more harrowing moments as i got lost in the action was that when you really love someone, when that love is real, you don't care if they love you back. real love doesn't have to be reciprocated. it just is, whether the other person accepts it or not. and what's more, the love you have for them has the capacity to sustain you, in spite of whatever they say or do.
if you want to see what i mean, you'll have to watch the movie.