Good morning! In celebration of both Hallowe’en and yesterday’s surprise, here’s me dressed as Luke Skywalker.
In lieu of going out for any Hallowe’en parties tonight, here’s me dressed as a wizard, circa 1987.
Most of the films I see, fortunately or unfortunately, can be arrived at in their completeness by the time the last frame falls; not so, Breaking the Waves. I was in the unfortunate position, though I do not begrudge it, of having had the end of the film “spoiled” for me a few months ago in The Story of Film, so I knew where Breaking the Waves was going from its first moments – but when it was over, I needed, at the very least, a walk home in the rain, or a night’s sleep, or a hug from my girlfriend before I could unravel all the thread of that movie, and look at it, and think about what it had been.
There are, in filmgoing, some people who cannot allow for this portion of time – they must know immediately how you felt about the film, and the more detail the better. I understand what drives them to this, and I pity them; it is a terrible burden. But I find myself weary of this very old, very tiresome war of spaces against these large, blustering men. I do not say that I would prefer to watch movies all alone, and disappear into my own thoughts - but if I could cast a magic spell, and become smoke, when the credits of some certain films rolled, boy, that would be a great delight to me.
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