Articles
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Let Soderbergh talk
Sometimes it takes a peculiar turn of events to shine a new light on a film that did not hit me at all the first time I watched it. The more dramatic the events are, the more the film is able to dig its own way through me on the second time. And if the film manages to catch me off guard as well, it simply means that I did not have a clue before and that I was, once again, ignoring the brilliant capacity that cinema has to enter my life unexpectedly.
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Punching masculinity
When I first watched Watchmen, I felt like Zack Snyder was playing the most cruel of jokes on me. Since the difference between arts was still eluding me at the time, I went in looking for the comic book that I love, wrongly assuming Snyder would tell me what I already knew about its awesome pages. As a result, I removed Snyder from my radar.
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The vast relativity of trauma
As anyone approaching their twenties ravaged by hormones and victim of outbursts of devastating infatuations, I did some crazy things. Acting foolish just to fit in, neglecting family reunions to feel like a rebel, weekly looking for the right clothes to show off my new personality with. The usual. I don’t regret being that kid, but one thing I do regret is doing something the full extent of which would hit me much later in my life.
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The experience of watching
I am never aware of the amount of hours I dedicate to a director I am in love with, although the actual number would probably scare me, leading me to think about the time spent in front of a screen. Like in any love relationship, the first days are frenetic. Everything seems to be happening right outside of one’s reach, the mind wrapped into dreams and thoughts that are now slowly withdrawing to leave enough room for new dreams and thoughts. Time makes no sense and it takes days, weeks even for the fog that the mind is happily struggling through to clear away.
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Fifty shades of criticism
Often when I read about films I bookmark the great writings I find. I like to re-read my favourite film criticism just to see how it is done by real critics. Sometimes here on this blog I single out pieces I consider beautiful, but what I am not in the habit of doing is pointing my finger at the bad ones.