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( more silly nano ramblings; read at your own peril. )
I dropped my bicycle off to get fixed today, the weather is broken because it is balmy, and I should get my contacts tomorrow. Also I sat on the cat.
And I should tell you all how absolutely glorious the film Wings of Desire is. I saw it with Dad several days ago and it is probably the best film I have seen in -- well, since Once, anyway, I think. Gorblimey. It is like a T.S. Eliot poem made visual, I am telling you -- it is beautiful, surreal, full of thoughts and philosophy, both large, poetic thoughts and little tiny fleeting human thoughts -- the whole first half of the film is almost entirely listening to people's thoughts, profound and mundane and both at once, all through the city of Berlin. It is sort of a love letter to Berlin, and it was partially inspired by Rilke (!!!), and it has both glorious solemnity and moments of absolute absurdity -- another reason it reminds me so intensely of Eliot -- Peter Falk as himself is just -- hee. And aww. And wow. Also the score is probably the best I have heard since The Illusionist, or Pan's Labyrinth, or Atonement -- ...okay, there were a lot of excellently scored films which I have seen and loved in the last year, but still. It's got cellos and surreal orchestral arrangements and one of the best choral pieces I have ever heard, and also eighties post-punk (Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds are prominently featured, and Dad was like "THIS IS THE WORST BAND EVER -- well, it was the last time I saw the film, but I have listened to more weird music since then, so it's not so bad now?" and I was like "THIS IS AWESOME I WANT MORE AKLHDHGH even if Nick Cave is, like, nancing all over the stage and making weird gyrations and stuff; also his hair is epic, but hey, eighties post-punk, also deep voice, yum") -- anyway, brilliant.
Every aspect of this film was perfect, and rather awe-inspiring, whether you are an aspiring filmmaker such as myself or just someone who really loves film. I just...this film was made for me to watch it. It's like they took a poll and found out everything I love most in a film and especially things I love most which are difficult to come by and then they put them all together. Did I mention the cinematography? It may in fact be the most magnificent and ambitious cinematography I have EVER SEEN, and I have lists in my head of films who have breathtakingly fabulous cinematography (The Illusionist I can name off the top of my head, films made by Joe Wright namely Pride & Prejudice and Atonement (I LOVE LONG PAN SHOTS OMG), Aguirre the Wrath of God (more long pan shots! I love you, seventies art-house cinema!), and hey, that Russian film which was kind of weird but also filmed in one continuous unbroken shot for, like, two hours). I mean. I can't even describe it. Colour and black and white and long pan shots and interesting angles and iconic captures and oh dear oh dear oh dear. I haven't had anything close to the flash watching anything all of this year, but watching this film I came so very, very close.
This post would sound so much more intellectual if I sounded so much less giddy and used fewer italics and internetisms. Heh.
I dropped my bicycle off to get fixed today, the weather is broken because it is balmy, and I should get my contacts tomorrow. Also I sat on the cat.
And I should tell you all how absolutely glorious the film Wings of Desire is. I saw it with Dad several days ago and it is probably the best film I have seen in -- well, since Once, anyway, I think. Gorblimey. It is like a T.S. Eliot poem made visual, I am telling you -- it is beautiful, surreal, full of thoughts and philosophy, both large, poetic thoughts and little tiny fleeting human thoughts -- the whole first half of the film is almost entirely listening to people's thoughts, profound and mundane and both at once, all through the city of Berlin. It is sort of a love letter to Berlin, and it was partially inspired by Rilke (!!!), and it has both glorious solemnity and moments of absolute absurdity -- another reason it reminds me so intensely of Eliot -- Peter Falk as himself is just -- hee. And aww. And wow. Also the score is probably the best I have heard since The Illusionist, or Pan's Labyrinth, or Atonement -- ...okay, there were a lot of excellently scored films which I have seen and loved in the last year, but still. It's got cellos and surreal orchestral arrangements and one of the best choral pieces I have ever heard, and also eighties post-punk (Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds are prominently featured, and Dad was like "THIS IS THE WORST BAND EVER -- well, it was the last time I saw the film, but I have listened to more weird music since then, so it's not so bad now?" and I was like "THIS IS AWESOME I WANT MORE AKLHDHGH even if Nick Cave is, like, nancing all over the stage and making weird gyrations and stuff; also his hair is epic, but hey, eighties post-punk, also deep voice, yum") -- anyway, brilliant.
Every aspect of this film was perfect, and rather awe-inspiring, whether you are an aspiring filmmaker such as myself or just someone who really loves film. I just...this film was made for me to watch it. It's like they took a poll and found out everything I love most in a film and especially things I love most which are difficult to come by and then they put them all together. Did I mention the cinematography? It may in fact be the most magnificent and ambitious cinematography I have EVER SEEN, and I have lists in my head of films who have breathtakingly fabulous cinematography (The Illusionist I can name off the top of my head, films made by Joe Wright namely Pride & Prejudice and Atonement (I LOVE LONG PAN SHOTS OMG), Aguirre the Wrath of God (more long pan shots! I love you, seventies art-house cinema!), and hey, that Russian film which was kind of weird but also filmed in one continuous unbroken shot for, like, two hours). I mean. I can't even describe it. Colour and black and white and long pan shots and interesting angles and iconic captures and oh dear oh dear oh dear. I haven't had anything close to the flash watching anything all of this year, but watching this film I came so very, very close.
This post would sound so much more intellectual if I sounded so much less giddy and used fewer italics and internetisms. Heh.
