I've been watching a lot of movies. I say movies because its almost always blockbuster stuff the Americans are churning out or Asian horror or Hollywood remakes of Asian horror. Question: Why don't white actresses (Jennifer Connelly in Dark Waters, Naomi Watts in the Grudge) ever look scared of whatever that's spooking them?
But. Recently, I've caught a few films - stuff which are not in the nature of those cited above. Films, test your intellect and have unpredictable and unconventional narratives - and for myself, leaves a lasting impression or simply fucks your mind out (Closer did that to me). Like Babel, Perfume, Little Children, Pan's Labryinth - these are fantastic and compelling films.
With the exception of Half Nelson. I truly wanted to fall in love with him, I imagined raving about its seamless cinematography and the way it'll convey social problems and fucked human minds in the most subdued yet poignant of ways. I really saw myself doing that and perhaps its this expectation which made it into a bigger disappointment. I hated it. One of the most boring films, everything could have been condensed into a 15-minute scene and the only way it salvaged itself was how amazingly attractive (what a turn on!) Ryan Gosling looked in his schoolteacher get-up. So two points (out of a 100) for those retro shades and another one point for the way he sexily lugs around the tattered briefcase.
The Mexican Film Festival ended yesterday but I managed to catch Bedroom Fairy Tales for Crocodiles - about a man in search of his and his son's salvation from a family curse. Mixes the reform war and the Mexican Revolution alongside fantasy - I thought it was a beautiful, accomplished work that pales Half Nelson if compared.
Answer: It's just one of those things that can never work. The same way Asian fims rarely have Indian draculas or Chinese gremlins. We prefer to stick to zombies and pontianaks.
Monday, March 5
In Spanish with English subtitles
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