Thursday, April 29, 2010

Where the Wild Things Are













With your Permission,
A little background on this one will be helpful:
It was the perfect set up, the end of a 2 year strike of films.
We all had no clues what to expect of this one, in fact I had no
clues which movie we would watch not even who´s it was,
there were no worries among us, and besides Katie´s constant
comments... (just kidding) I couldn´t ask for a better set up,
nor another work to enjoy that night.
>This text is a fulfilling of a promise made to my friends:
Adam, Flint, Katie, Mikael and Lian.
................................(on the day we all died.)


Where The Wild Things Are - 2009
by Spike Jonze

Being a child: An urgent (lack of patience)
coupled with an extremely charitable solipsism.
I can´t quite measure it with words, but
although I remember my childhood so dearly
I wouldn´t dare go back to it for nothing...
I love Way to much my dual perceptions and the
whole spectrum of social interactions.

But Max, he just had no clues why no one thought
he was as awesome as he knew he was. No friends
no 'real exciting' stories to tell, and in fact
'reality' wasn´t much of an appealing subject
on his dealings, mainly because he is a Vampire
who lost his 'for real' teeth.
what would you do without
your real teeth?
Would you make up some?

In his "dysfunctional" home (as I heard they labeling it on TV),
Max gets tired of his real self, of his
'miss-interactions' and almost fun,
and creates a character that allows him
to say and do what he pleases, to go a little
over the boundaries and let no misunderstanding
be made about his true self. kind of like our net Profiles hamm?
and After an oddly normal day,
being let down by all his co-existing
acquaintences and feeling the rejection, of a
not omniscient mom, he freaks out and goes
somewhere, away from his little (real) world.

Up until here, the camera was so much part of
the audience as I was at first, curious,
not
knowing much, saying silently:
"What do I do
next Max?"
Man... I´m so glad 'she' didn´t give up on him then;
cause that sailing [break] we got,
helped us to see what Max was talking about,
and Wow, he was right! There was a place to go to.
A place in which he´s solutions would be applied,
a place where he would never be sad, and after all
Max always knew how to assure happiness to everyone.


The band of monsters he hanged out with
in that place, Big dudes, without balance,
[they beeing a child´s perception of the grown
ups he knew
] Monsters in fact, so different than
him,..., and their kiss... AH! Soaked! but he liked it
anyways,
although there was no phisical
atraction whatsoever. "No looking good for
the girls" type of deal in their relations,
BANG!:
The film is cought talking about pure love.
A childlike one, 'Agape' some may input...
And thus we see the proposal in every detail.
All there is of a childlike mentality but the
movie itself isn´t by far childish.

In this new place, violence doesn´t kill,
'shooting things' at people is cool for a while
and running, screaming, breaking things up,
jumping, and sleeping on a pile (sort of like
when they climb up their parents bed at mid night
). You know,
a place where you can be a real kid.

The genius of this work, in my humble opinion,
is the perception of Max amid the 'facts'
around him. You see you´ve watched the movie
not knowing what happened with Max´s 'real' Dad, or
Where´s his sister when he needs her? or
what´s up with his 'friends'?

You just don´t know it.
And You´ve accepted it all, thought up a
resonable explanation and moved on
, but Max,
like us was borne there and then
not knowing
what happened, he lives every day
trying some how to fix it all, even not having
a clue of 'it´s' causes...

Why is this crazy monster destroying this
tree-houses? Why are you guys big and Scary?
Where´s this place at? what day is it?
Who cares! He only wants to change it all
for the better, not only for him, but for everyone;
that is what makes him the hero
(or the king).


All that he created worthed nothing, since it´s purpose
was to keep those he loved happy and
safe.
did you see what an Amazing tent he put up
on his bedroom? or that awesome fort he built?

When [Once again] he fails in fixing everything
up, 'he' is eated* up.
But not as a punishment (biting isn´t bad, it
reveals things
). that 'swallowing' allowed
him to go deeper into himself than perhaps never
before, there inside his
'equivalent Monster´s' belly he chatted with
himself, the monster, the violent and
complicated one
, and the little boy.
In a agreement between his 'profile' and himself
he went out as he had came in, both from that
mouth as from that ocean/like 'portal' as well
as from his suit.
and a ten sentences book became an impressive cinematographic discorse.
>by Augusto Pereira

Monday, April 26, 2010








The Fountain - 2006

..by Darren Aronofsky

The overwhelming sensation that 'some one' is really
trying hard to impress is in a few instances replaced by
the beauty of some shots.

Analogies, allegories and parables did increase the depth of
the dialogue, but lessened the discourse. It faded the true point,
there´s a lack of coherence, between the deep proposal
and the cheesy love story, between the raw shots from the
real life and those of unnatural nature.

The conclusion is that with the unnatural field of
possibilities there introduced, a lack of loyalty in the
relationship between proposal/result was the end
of the film.

The Tree of life, the source of all happiness, the answer of all
the problems the 'deus ex-machine' the 'Grail' itself combined with
the philosophy of of the dying star 'Shibalba' are the only real
way to comprehend this work (If this was ever an intention),
since from it is taken it´s title and it´s drama.

Our guy is trying hard to save the world, or to rescue his world,
by dodging all barriers, all heathen (unbelievers/uncooperative)
forces he faced. In his fight against cancer, his dying wife, gifts him
with an unfinished book (about a spanish conquistador in an
expedition to a remote site in Central America pursuiting the tree
of life), that he would have to finish as she passes away.
A third plot is also introduced, one of a religious atmosphere.
With a guy protecting a dying tree in a 'bubble' flying toward
a dying star.

In all 3 universes, (should I call it that way?) he was placed before
an invincible opponent, and the odds where even (If I´m clear enough).

Why would he do it? Why face it all? - because of his girl!
Off course! He fought it all to have his female partner by his side
for ever. And so he placed his Hope on that,
on the overcoming of the enemy, seeking to assure
his girl´s society for as long as possible.

And we see it, in many instances; in it´s shots
Aronofsky emphasizes a need of the environment to point out
the characters rather than draw attention to itself.
The focus is on his desperate dilemma, on the object of
our hero´s hope and nothing else.

His wife, however, placed her hope on something higher
than that, on an 'after hope' making fair
all the heathen unfairness of this plane of existence.
The tumor itself was but the will of God, and
the fight of our protagonist against it, is nonetheless the fight
of the medieval warrior against the guardian of the source of life.
Both tumor and Maian priest
kept the hero from conquering eternal life.
(as did the cherubim and the flaming sword there also mentioned.)

Shibalba, the dying star, the object of hope of the ancient
civilization was what it was, because when i´ts gone,
it´ll create something greater than it self, and
in it´s death, develop life.

What a remarkable thing. When his hopes of
helping her are dead, then the belief in
something greater is born,
from the dead hope he lost. Now "I want to die"
means something pretty, and the
seed on the ground resembles his inward perception.

What´s there to enjoy after the achieving of the
everlasting hope? nothing.
Nothing surpasses hope for without it there´s no quest,
without it there´s no pursuiting, without it
there wouldn´t be a movie. And When the deus-ex machine
takes place, and the book is written, He´s punishment is
to became just what he had pursuited,
the hope after hope. (or the last conceivable existence)

>by Augusto Pereira.






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