#Existential Musings Vol. 9.
#Le Notti Bianche
#Visconti
even a moment’s worth [of love] can last a lifetime
1. Prologue.
The snow has stopped falling. The ground was sprinkled with the snowflakes of purity, and the white footpath glistened despite the gray clouds hanging over its brilliance. The path followed the curve of the landscape, gently sloping up and down as it drew the sketch of the bridge and breathed life into the scene.
A man stood on the bridge,…
#Kiarostami Rewatch
where are you
i brought your notebook
i went where the road took me
and it handed me a flower
to be remembered by.
Let's talk about that flower, shall we?
One of my favorite scenes is where the young boy and the old man walk the streets of Poshteh in the darkness. The film's greatest asset is undoubtedly repetition, which manifests in the central conflict between the child and the adult world. The adults don't pay attention…
a shot rings out in the house of lovelessness
hollow
like the souls wandering its corridors
its corridors that are
loveless and cold
they see
the corridors see the hollow rot
caressing the bodies saying there is only one
god
it rots in me (dead) and says im alive im alive i am (dead)
a shot rings out in the house of love
lessness
a shot rings out
like a game
like a game that sees
like a game…
Often, it is when you do not look for love that it falls into your life. It plummets into your heart and colors it red with a brush called idealism. You idealize the other person, you say things like 'I'd never have come so far on my own', things like 'Yeah, you're right. Some people are always right.' You love and you feel loved in turn - and you don't realize that it is a one-way street back into…
The fact that Justine smiled all throughout her wedding night (1 hour of cinematic runtime) but smiled her only REAL smile with a little boy asking about magic caves (2 seconds of cinematic runtime) tells you more about depression and unhappiness in general than the most precise psychological analysis ever could. Because all we ever need is a magic cave where we can hide out together with those who understand us. The cave won't protect us from the all-consuming onrush…
The most explicit and implicit movie about stasis. Explicit in an assaulting, even invasive sense; and implicit in its cognitive abstraction. It has been argued a thousand times that Eraserhead is intangible, elusive, defies interpretation. That is true and yet it is not. It is a movie that deliberately defies sense during the experience of watching but makes sense when we evaluate it as a whole after the experience.
David Lynch understands the bond between our sensory perception and our…
