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mrsronweasley) wrote2002-07-21 12:46 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-07-21 12:46 pm
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Have you ever noticed how beauty can make you want to cry? How it can make you want to wrap your arms around the intangible, hold it so it can't escape, kiss it to taste it, enter it..? And I don't mean just physical beauty - anything that's just so beautiful, it hurts. Like music, when it's combined with wonderful writing... I was just thinking about some of the more wonderful fanfiction I've been reading lately, and a movie that I saw last night while listening to a great song, and suddenly it just became too much.
The movie was strange - disjointed, with two layers of flashbacks and one present, it was odd and really...intriguing. And beautifully filmed. Slow-paced and surreal, it was extremely realistic. Make sense? It showed first love and first awakening to sexuality - and the fact that two boys were gorgeous as all get out didn't hinder things, either. Very poignant. Very French, too, and I noticed once again how different that style is from the American films. It's slow, it doesn't hurry, yet shows so much. Whenever I watch Russian movies now they seem so odd because they're just as slow. There's no rush. The directors take their time with the characters, showing them as real people - I like that. Sometimes fast-paced gets to be too much. Sometimes I want a shot of two boys sitting on a rock on a beach, not saying much except "This dog is hungry" and feeding it. That's all. That's life.
And yes, I am procrastinating. And just realized that I should get off the internet lest my boyfriend tries to call. Bah.
The movie was strange - disjointed, with two layers of flashbacks and one present, it was odd and really...intriguing. And beautifully filmed. Slow-paced and surreal, it was extremely realistic. Make sense? It showed first love and first awakening to sexuality - and the fact that two boys were gorgeous as all get out didn't hinder things, either. Very poignant. Very French, too, and I noticed once again how different that style is from the American films. It's slow, it doesn't hurry, yet shows so much. Whenever I watch Russian movies now they seem so odd because they're just as slow. There's no rush. The directors take their time with the characters, showing them as real people - I like that. Sometimes fast-paced gets to be too much. Sometimes I want a shot of two boys sitting on a rock on a beach, not saying much except "This dog is hungry" and feeding it. That's all. That's life.
And yes, I am procrastinating. And just realized that I should get off the internet lest my boyfriend tries to call. Bah.