I decided on a whim today to stop in at our hundred-year-old State Cinema (where incidentally, Errol Flynn used to go to watch movies - it's possibly one of the very few claims to fame my city holds) and watch Snowpiercer - mostly because I have a thing for post-apocalyptic movies where the world as we know it is gone forever and people have to face their own humanity. I sat down in their cafe and had a lovely beef in red wine stew for lunch, after wandering through the book shop, waiting for the movie to start.
When I finally went upstairs, the tiny thirty-seat cinema was empty, and it stayed that way as someone closed the narrow door at the back, and suddenly I got to watch a movie on the big screen all by myself. It was like having one of those swanky cinema rooms in your house, but far cheaper.
*Possible small spoilers for the movie ahead*
I didn't know what the tone of the movie was going to be when it started, so it took me around half an hour before I kind of 'readjusted' the way that I was watching it, if that makes any sense, and then the whole thing was a million times better.
Because Snowpiercer is nothing like a Hollywood apocalypse movie - this movie is all substance, tinged with that wonderful off-beat feeling that English-speaking movies created/directed by non-Westerners sometimes have. Snowpiercer is this strange mix of beautiful cinematography, merciless social dissection, violence and black humour (wait till you see Tilda Swinton, dear lord), and somehow it works. Each step and stage of the movie is framed and linked like the carriages of the train, and there are certain scenes (that I can't mention without going full spoiler) that are gut wrenchingly emotional - at least for me - involving, at various times Jamie Bell, Chris Evans and Luke Pasqualino.
I... just... I'm not sure how to describe this film, I just know that it touched me in my heart-places, and I'm strangely glad that I got to watch it alone.