"The Longest Week," my belated introduction to the quirky oeuvre of Peter Glanz, is at times pseudo-intellectual but always... pretty. And the music. I will never listen to Bach the same way again.
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Sunday, November 2, 2014
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Monday, June 16, 2014
Our French Film Festival
When we went to the French Film Festival and found that they
were out of tickets for the weekend, I was utterly crushed. We had been looking
forward to it for weeks and had every detail planned—brunch at TWG, pastries
from Paul, and six beautiful French movies one after the other. I was
distraught.
Cholo, however, made everything better. As fast as he could,
he acquired copies of all the festival movies and we had our own French Film
festival at his home. It was infinitely better.
First we watched “Amorous et Turbulences,” the story of two
former lovers and their pivotal chance encounter aboard a plane. We loved how it is adorable
and poignant all at the same time, and seeing chic Paris on the screen
delighted me to no end. “Mood Indigo,” on the other hand, for all its color, fantasy, and
vibrancy, left us shaken. The world of “Mood Indigo” is one where god wants nothing to do with humanity, and where the
philosopher “Jean-Sol Partre” is a rock star and human freedom is celebrated. This same freedom, however, we later
found, is responsible for that hopeless forlornness, which will consume our
beloved characters later on. Humanity is not as free and powerful after all. The
movie’s surrealism, too, turns out to be but superficial, for it undeniably speaks glaring truths
about the real. We were left utterly disturbed for the movie hit so close to
home. And so we had to stop our festival for the moment, to turn to each other
for hugs—we needed to be reminded that we are not alone in our forlornness.
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