When one’s mind is obsessed and away, one’s mind is
incapable of watching a bunch of films! So suddenly, I went from watching
twenty seven films in January to ten to currently three.
In a World…
Lake Bell is too charming in here.
I like what she decided to portrait with this story
of a voice over coach, who is a woman, trying to break out in a men’s world.
You could say that the male dominant voice over community could represent the
ultimate bigger picture, which is the male dominance in general. Too obvious?
Greetings from
Tim Buckley
It is not your typical career biography. I get this
film’s premise, I think I could find some recognition in the story but I also
felt it was quite empty for the most part and pretty depressing.
Nebraska
Along with the likes of Nicole Holofcener, Alexander
Payne masters the mundane, the reality, the ordinary.
Philomena
It’s so delightful it feels like a light story, or a
human story, as they say, but it isn’t. It is quite heavy, Philomena’s burden
was quite heavy and only a mother can begin to understand her pain and her
sorrow. It is a human story, a really good one.
Afternoon
Delight
It’s a middle life crisis for a young married wealthy
hipster couple living in California. It’s understandable, quite a truthful
story I suppose. It is identifiable depending on the age you’re in but I guess
there’s this one thing I can see as mainly universal and is that we’re all
quite selfish, no matter what circumstances, at the end of the day what we’re
doing we’re doing it for ourselves. And that’s the case for Rachel. Though if
there’s someone who I think completely shatters this idea is my mother, she’s
the most altruist person I’ve ever met, she does not think about herself not
for one second. She genuinely always comes last in her own considerations. She
will blame herself for something she’s sure she didn’t do. So what do I know?
Humans are complex creatures.
Loved Kathryn Hahn.
Reaching for
the Moon
Oh when a poet was a poet for a living. Oh I’m sure
there are poets today making a living as poets…The thing is that poets were and
are ever so rarely poets as a living. But I should mean figuratively, to live
life like a poem. As a poet. Ok, I like to play with words and I’m sure I
confused you. I’m talking about the protagonist of the story of course.
Elizabeth Bishop was an American poet who traveled to
Brazil, out of boredom and uninspired, who fell in love with a brilliant
Brazilian architect. These were two inspiring women with wonderful and complex
views of the world they lived, and how they perceived it, they influenced each
other, they loved each other, they lived with each other, they learned about
each others’ cultures. It is what romance is supposed to be, but then it is
also tragic, pretty tragic. I wished it was avoidable instead of inevitably.
The Armstrong
Lie
Alex Gibney can’t seem to disappoint. I wouldn’t mind
watching another hour or so, of substance. More substance. But sometimes enough
is enough, which is something that isn’t in Lance Armstrong vocabulary. The truth
is that he remains this fascinating human being.
! Women Art
Revolution
It’s pretty amazing as I dive in this unique and
particular world, desperately underground, revealing these groups of strong and
unheard women. It took decades for them to be heard and maybe even today, they’re
still not heard. The film helps to showcase a great number of feminist artists
from the past in the United States and it is a great revelation for me, but it
is also a great reminder of how long was and still is the road towards some
tangible equality.
Hannah Arendt
What a powerful story, what a powerful woman. I am
fascinated.
Camp Takota
These famous youtubers are really fun, but the script
isn’t in any way daring. I am sure these girls are way more interesting and complex
as Grace, Hannah and Mamrie because they’re a pretty good example of successful
women themselves, so it’s a pity we can’t really see that in full spectrum in
this story. Maybe they should try something more personal and introspective the
next time. I hope they have more.
