This is something I wrote at the start of the year. I think this is manifestation of how I was starting to think about film more and more. (and by film I mean these 4 films) Again with everything I post here there could very well be errors and mistakes but I’m not assed to correct them :)
Film is an interesting medium to say the very least, to quote Yi Yi , people who go to the cinemas lives three times as long. It allows glimpses of lives that could have been. For us to live vicariously, feel vicariously.
But film also let us live in it, breathe in it. Melt down the border between art and viewer to the point where you’re immerse in it. To actually make you feel.
Love is a very peculiar and delicate part of life. Call me by your name and Portrait of a lady on fire put those intricate part of lust and yearning into a shotgun and just blast it straight at you. To not feel is a sin. Rather than an actual shotgun to the heart, like the finale of both film, the buildup to that oh so gut wrenching punch is where the genius is. The characters, the interaction, the exchange of glances, the running, the sitting, the swimming, the smiling, the “because I wanted you to know“, the crying, the whispering, the touching, the opening of oneself to such a degree that seemed impossible. All the ways where it reaches out to us and forces us to look deep, deep inside of ourselves.
Where as they focus on the heartache in romantic love, Little women uses the same medium to show us family and relationship. How they endured hardship, how sisters love each other. Moving through all of their lives while not losing any of that tension. It just felt like a hug, letting us witness where life takes everybody, how it’s all going to be alright.
From love comes joy and safety, it also brings endings and heartbreaks. Marriage Story examines the anatomy of a relationship from its demise. Despite the separation of the two characters being the thread of the movie, it shows us in all the little cracks that the main characters still care deeply about each other. Through arguments and awkward conversations, how it just doesn’t work out, and how that’s completely fine.
All four of them feels like the tide to me, how they ebb and flow, the tension and the release, the ups and downs, weaving emotions through moving pictures and sound. Sometimes you’re floating on it, sometimes you’re pulled deep in it. Creating that portal through which you can see Timothee Chalamet fuck a peach.
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