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Someone mentioned earlier Lost In Translation. I think there are other gists to it other than the characters, their situation etc.
I think there are little nuances of loneliness concerning unreachability, of things getting lost in translation of the mediator (or like the end's whisper, the media of film), of symbols and language becoming numb, meaningless and flat (all PoMo yada-yadas; but mostly, the entire world itself becoming a flat unreachable landscape seen through a window, like the TOO-MANY moments we see Johanson doing it, the world becoming the Japanese language...). Of course, this all would have to entail the characters' loneliness, their situation, trajectory etc (Johanson saying she didn't feel nothing at the Buddhist ritual; Bob's marriage happening in each place of the world and different frequencies unable to reach out or pass through, literally each one in different continents). The film seemed like meaning and reachability rising ex-nihilo amidst (or due to acknowledging) entropy of meaning (intentional nihilism, or unintentional due to desensibilization, cynicism, etc).
I think this is a way more savvy "media-student" film than people acknowledge it, and it's the reason I'm actually excited to see Marie Antoinette (it was released down here, but I didn't got a chance to see it). Barry Lyndon + 80's + All-Star snickers + Paris Hiltons (/Sofia Coppola before arthouse filmmaker) as decepated dumb party girl Antoinette. Mostly people seemed to hate it, but it seemed to come from somewhere personal in Coppola's view and past experience as 80's spoiled party girl and so to go against a natural inertia of seeing such character as "chop her fucking head off!" material.
Either that, or LoT was just a petty big "fuck you!" to Spike Jonze from Coppola in many ways (if not, and if it's actually profound and thoughtful....... it's still a petty big "fuck you!" to Spike Jonze from Coppola in many ways).
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And Peter Greenway... yeah, apparently he's genius. But I can't... Only saw "8 1/2 Women" around age 16, and all I got was the Fellini reference. That was it. It was like "oh ok, I understood the title", pressed the "Play" button and from then on, I was lost... I should give it another try nowadays. Or read something on/from him (just read one interview with him, but it repelled me even further -- not 'cause it was hard to go through it, but he was so dickshly pretentious as he would say the most astonishingly simple dumb and silly things, patronizing all the way through). |
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