Hauntingly beautiful movie, and saturation point...
This is a movie that I saw about a year ago, and just recently purchased the DVD. Probably one of the most hauntingly beautiful films I have seen...ever. Before you get too excited it does have subtitles. Its a French film with subtitles. I know there are people under no circumstances will tolerate a subtitled film. Anyway, if you can live with subtitles, this movie, called "A Very Long Engagement" is just stunning.
It was snowy and icy outside and I decided to pop this movie in. It was just as gorgeous and amazing as I remembered it being in the theater a year ago. The story involves a young woman who believes her fiance is still alive despite very strong evidence he has perished horrifically in the First World War (everyone who perished in the First World War did so horrifically. It was probably the most brutal and horrifying war in human history, and the film does have some scenes portraying that horror. But, you may ask, Why is the Second World War not the most horrifying? Well, the first made the second possible. It was merely a 20 year truce. This though is for another post, called "I'm a History Geek") Anyway, back to the story... so she struggles to re-create the circumstances of her love's last days and flashbacks are used, as well as a rich and mysterious storyline develops as we follow her on her journey.
The entire film is stunningly gorgeous to watch. And look for a well-known American actress midway through the film speaking French which is just odd sounding since you are so accustomed to hearing her in English.
Stunning. Beautiful. I'm out of adjectives.
On a much less pleasant note, I watched the President's "speech" - or garbled, empty, oft-repeated platitudes about Iraq. I'm so glad the President has constructed an alternate reality where "real progress" is being made. Call me picky, but what I would call "real progress" is a lot less dead people, and less maimed people. Yes, that's it- less dead and less maimed. That would be "real progress" in my book.
Oh yeah, in writing my smart-ass, snarky assesment of the President's speech, I'm sure that I will have my communication monitored without a warrant and without probable cause, because that Constitutional protection no longer exists for some Americans, and by some Americans I mean those Americans that the President decides aren't entitled to that protection without any oversight by the judicial branch. So, I hope the President enjoys pouring over transcripts of my boring phone calls asking my husband to pick up Allie or if he needs something at the Safeway.
Anyway, as I was watching the speech, two thoughts came to mind "Why in the hell am I watching this?" and "I've finally made it"- I have reached the long awaited for saturation point. My sponge is full, I can no longer muster emotional outrage at the wrongdoing anymore. I swear if I walk by the news stand and the headlines blared "Bush puts kittens in blender" or "Bush declares Democrats must report to re-education camps" I would just shrug my shoulders and sigh, for it is just another day in Bushworld.
It was snowy and icy outside and I decided to pop this movie in. It was just as gorgeous and amazing as I remembered it being in the theater a year ago. The story involves a young woman who believes her fiance is still alive despite very strong evidence he has perished horrifically in the First World War (everyone who perished in the First World War did so horrifically. It was probably the most brutal and horrifying war in human history, and the film does have some scenes portraying that horror. But, you may ask, Why is the Second World War not the most horrifying? Well, the first made the second possible. It was merely a 20 year truce. This though is for another post, called "I'm a History Geek") Anyway, back to the story... so she struggles to re-create the circumstances of her love's last days and flashbacks are used, as well as a rich and mysterious storyline develops as we follow her on her journey.
The entire film is stunningly gorgeous to watch. And look for a well-known American actress midway through the film speaking French which is just odd sounding since you are so accustomed to hearing her in English.
Stunning. Beautiful. I'm out of adjectives.
On a much less pleasant note, I watched the President's "speech" - or garbled, empty, oft-repeated platitudes about Iraq. I'm so glad the President has constructed an alternate reality where "real progress" is being made. Call me picky, but what I would call "real progress" is a lot less dead people, and less maimed people. Yes, that's it- less dead and less maimed. That would be "real progress" in my book.
Oh yeah, in writing my smart-ass, snarky assesment of the President's speech, I'm sure that I will have my communication monitored without a warrant and without probable cause, because that Constitutional protection no longer exists for some Americans, and by some Americans I mean those Americans that the President decides aren't entitled to that protection without any oversight by the judicial branch. So, I hope the President enjoys pouring over transcripts of my boring phone calls asking my husband to pick up Allie or if he needs something at the Safeway.
Anyway, as I was watching the speech, two thoughts came to mind "Why in the hell am I watching this?" and "I've finally made it"- I have reached the long awaited for saturation point. My sponge is full, I can no longer muster emotional outrage at the wrongdoing anymore. I swear if I walk by the news stand and the headlines blared "Bush puts kittens in blender" or "Bush declares Democrats must report to re-education camps" I would just shrug my shoulders and sigh, for it is just another day in Bushworld.
posted by moegirl at
4:21 PM
2 Comments:
*sigh* I wish I were saturated, yet I just reach new heights of anger, outrage, and sorrow, not to mention shame. Charles and I have figured we have been monitored for years, given his Canadianism. The movie sounds lovely.
By
Diana, At
5:53 AM
I don't know if this means I'm at saturation point, but I can't even stand to hear the Shrub's whiny defensive, inarticulate voice.
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Rozanne, At
2:01 PM
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