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(You are also a masochist. But that's OK.)

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Struggling (and more often fighting) writer by trade, and office monkey when I need to pay my bills. It's an enviable life.
I know, you're probably a little jealous now.
It's perfectly understandable.

April 8, 2006

Nearly-tangible cinema


I do adore a good movie that pulls you in. Slowly circles it's arms around you. Gently. Tentatively. Enough to blur out the edges of real life.

Then it begins holding you tighter. You can't walk away, or even force yourself to look outside. You know these people. You met them before. And by the time the end credits roll around, you're emotionally drained.

A lifetime in a few simple hours. You feel the wind, the silence and the rough patches of grass. You're still walking, talking and thinking in their world.

And you won't feel like you're in your own life for at least a day or two.

Are people not capable of making more movies that do this?

Think I shall take a nice, long chilly walk on the boardwalk now.

1 Comments:

Blogger /hg said...

It might just be me.

It's one of my favourite directors, so I'm inclined to throw myself willingly into any of his movies. I'll confess next time I see you.

You've probably seen it anyway.

10:29 p.m.  

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