I can't restrain myself!
Movies I Liked:
Bamako, a visual poem directed by Abderrahmane Sissako. Festival de Cannes. Danny Glover was in it, that was funny. From Lethal Weapon to human rights! If he wasn't part of the cast, I would have taken it more seriously that I already did. The presentation of issues about World Bank, globalization and corruption through a trial set-up was good enough, but personally, being disinclined to speech wished it were more tacit. But that's just a personal preference. It's definitely more effective in discussing the serious arguments at hand.
This goes up there with Dolls. I was shaking for the premiere of this documentary and bought the ticket for myself early thinking it would be sold out. Philip Groning's Into Great Silence recording the life of Carthusian monks ALMOST converted me to Christianity. Enough said. Sublimely mesmerizing- just my kind of movie. The length was crucial (people with no patience will not appreciate this movie and shouldn't see it anyway. I mean what the hell else do you expect a true representation of spiritual life to be?), 2 hours and 40 minutes of the same two quotes, the monk's faces and eyes, the blind monk, evening chants, prayer, I can't describe it. It was amazing, it tested my patience and when I sat through it, I was actually rewarded spiritually. Fucking amazing. Of course, there is a bias because I've always wanted to be a monk...
Finally, Joaquín Oristrell's Inconscientes. Really, it wasn't pretentious even though it's byline was "An Adventure of Freudian Proportions". I almost didn't see it but when I laughed out loud in the theater, some worker there said "No, it's actually good. It's not pretentious at all," in a British accent of course. So I did, and Unconscious is entertaining, comical, and delightful with a talented cast. Not to mention, I like Spanish movies for their vibrancy and wittiness.
Alright, what else was there? Oh, finally watched Rashoman.
I need to see a movie that makes me cry soon.
Sunday, I walked from 35th St 3rd Ave to 175th St York Ave. A total of 9.5 miles. I'd write a poem about this journey and what I saw but I dont know how to write good poems, fuck the curse of my forefathers and their epics!