8 Oct – LFF 2015 Secnd day
Bine realizat totusi pentru un first feature. Not that much plot, but just enough. Enjoyed the music, but also the intimate moments din final.
Not a profound film, but not superficial either. Some interesting visuals cand si cand. Nu regret ca l-am vazut. E ok.
Truman apoi de un regizor spaniol Csesc Gay cred cu Ricardo Guerin (actorul argentinian din Nine Queens) si Javier Camara – actorul din Habla con ella (ingrijitorul din spital). Plus un caine mare si batran – Truman. Film despre decizia lui Julian (Ricardo) sa inceteze chimioterapia si sa isi incheie travaliul mai repede. And his way of setting things in their place before he goes. Quite emotional deseori, un film despre acceptarea ideii de moarte, despre prietenie. Mai ales intre cei doi amici. Un film de duminica seara totusi. Cuminte. Placut. Warm feeling dar desi trist nu te lasa asa. Pleci cu ceva, asa cum personajul Thomas pleaca in final cu câinele. Asa simti ca si tu pleci cu ceva acasa, cu sufletul prietenului tau. Nu m-am regasit chiar intr-atat in film, asa cum m-as fi asteptat, mai ales dat fiind situatia actuala a lui En. N-am reusit pentru ca locurile erau schimbate, the far away friend era mai cuminte, celalalt, madrilezu – Julian – mai ad hoc, pe cand la noi temperamentele sunt asemanatoare cu astea doua, dar inversate. Thomas imi aduce mult cu AMO ca dinamica si rationament.
Azi merg la The Daughter the screen version of Ibsen’s Play Wild Duck regizat de acelasi tip care a pus in scena piesa (la Barbican asta iarna). Leading Australian theatre director Simon Stone.
Very atmospheric, technically very good, much better than the trailer shows you, especially as it’s not the secret that hooks you in, but the way the story is told. Opening titles have an aesthetic that ripples similar emotional texture throughout the film. Good performance. Strong film. Plays out like a symphony of silences whenever character inner feelings are intense. Genuinely in love with its own story, leaves a lot of space for things to unfurl.
The film was much more food for thought than the play. Shakes you but gives you space to breath. The play had been a lot more food for heart and sensibility, emotivity and empathy with a circuit of life.
Somehow the character of Hedvig is convincing but not she doesn’t come across to me as being as bright as stated. More of a genuine open heart, and then mind. But clever, well played.
I liked the director in the Q&A. A guy I’d have a lot more to talk with. His reference to the use of pauses and silence in film vs theatre quite well explained.
Niste fragmente de muzica de opera misto m-au frapat at some point, combinate, rock, traditional, pop, karaoke etc but it doesn’t lead very far. Replici mai putin generoase in optiuni. Sort of all good things jare there and the filmmakers just brushed them by in front of us, via an exoticism and promise of a great film but in the end somehow passed it by, passed me by. O secventa cu masina condusa pe drumurile inalte ale insulei (/Sicliei) la apus cand marea e acoperita de nori. Soarele rosiatic peste marginea norilor, la orizont, si in loc de mare, nori. Ridica imaginativ nivelul locului la super altitudine, plutind deasupra. Mi-aminteste de imaginile acelea din Alpes d’Huez de asta iarna. Dar si de imaginea aceea a lunii care tot apune, tot se arunca in nori si mare si luceste de dincolo de genuni, aproape de cealalta parte a curburii Pamantului. Vazuta din avionul ce decola din Miami atunci cand am facut tranzitul dinspre Bolivia – La Paz spre Europa acum 1.5 ani.
30 Octombrie 2014 WATCHEDWILDDUCKTONIGHTFEEL ODed on emotions and words that hit you wash through you swivel and turn inside you and then hit u again DOUBLEHITDOSELIKEIDIDNT EXPECTBUTWHATSTOEXPECTFROMNORMALLIFE?justnormalstuff and this is hownormal feels. all was not more than regular emotional stories that wd just resonate with day to day experience of living, just living and being there when things happen, lovelifechildrenfamilyandtheregularANORMALITYofbeing, even revolted at the banality of what day to day shocks truly are, ANDTHENUWATCHITHAPPENINGTO o t h e r s as if to yourself andstart whispering these feelings back into your history. remember reMEMber REmembER…this is how it feels like when your heart drops like a stone and your adrenaline messes up with your mind but S L l l ooo h l l L Y please… open up your heart and let it explode in slooowm o t i o n. it will hit u later. youjustODed butyouwill real-ize it later when u try to wake up but u can’t … dragging your breath through the pulsesStronGpalpitating viaVia agonizing again on the edge of the bed. i still remember this night when i sat aside by my lover and felt the ceiling parting away with me. a world of overlove parting away with me with rapid sorrow. the memory of it imprinted in my retina had turned into a visual effect when my self stopped processing it in anyotherway. so transformed into a zoomout … a dan pita effect of me running after the essence of it but IT escaping me with every second by simply zooming O U T t t t… this is the stamp of a lost world i wd rpt when words wd fail me, this is how i wd come to translate reality and memorise defeat, i wd freeze this moment inside like a need for distorted perspectives. So tonight I climbed a bike and let it roll slowly on the pavement standing up on the pedals and watching the heights of Barbican slide out a cold embracing view out of the night into the fog pulse after pulse till my eyes unlocked the words in me. a play that has been so much about words that it reminded me how much I NEEED their rhythm and breath musicality and waves that thread an overlay of meaning beyond letters. I would sit hours after this on my balcony inspiring the drops of wet air like words again as the night wd doll out foggy mindscapes. I didn’t feel the rush after the play, in fact quite an emotional balance as soon as it finished. It took a talk with a frd abt the day’s work and the vertigo of emotions to tip the balance and let all that storm of lifenormalities rift through me moreaNdMOre&mORE ca un aer tare ca sa ma buseasca de tot o ora si ceva mai tarziu cand toate formele de verbalizare audio, vizuale sau tactile au țesut laolalta experienta zilei in ceva greu de suportat. I was crouching over to release ghemul acela din piept and kept thinking: ahh ce as mai fi facut dragoste cu ea in noaptea aceea de demult in care m-am pierdut in sera din barbican. A greenhouse rush into sensual extravagance to overcome and conquer it all. Ahh how I wish she was here!