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I just went to see Mies vailla menneisyyttä, or The Man Without a Past last night. Given that I'm living in the same city where it's set (and it's a small enough city that it really means something), I had all kinds of delights in noticing things like the brand of matches they use to light cigarettes. But all that aside, I think this film warmed my heart more than anything I've seen in a long time.
Possibly the strangest thing was that on my way home, I was more comfortable than ever with silence, and found the visual language of life around me unusually heightened and beautiful. Go see it!
Anyone else seen this, or can comment on his other films? |
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