for some reason this soundtrack always reminds me of Chinatown. each time I listen to it a thousand things will rush to mind. visions, sensations, memories… it’s like a portal to 1990s New York
even more chilling than Leviathan (2014)
which makes me think of traditions of my own culture which as I grew up had gradually dissipated. It is the case in my family but I think it’s a general trend. It is only when I’m abroad, far away from home, that I feel their absence (the traditions) and a gnawing sense of emptiness and loss. Part of the reason is probably better economy. Eating out on a day of traditional holiday is now easily affordable for most families, and as a result the adults no longer cook together at home with all the talk, the gossips, the messiness, and occasional unpleasantness. The younger generation (and increasingly the elders too) has their eyes always on the phone. Many rituals are no longer performed or done offhandedly as a chore. All the joy and sense of belonging and rootedness inseparable to those traditions and rituals, however primitive they might be, are no longer felt as much as before. I watched this video with envy (in an admiring way).
Hieronymus Bosch, Garden of Earthly Delights, 1503-1515
Fantastic Planet (by René Laloux) is an animated film of an allegorical story about humans living on a strange planet dominated by giant humanoid aliens who consider them animals. It’s based on the 1957 novel Oms en série by French writer Stefan Wul. (wikipedia)
(The mermaid in The Shape of Water (2017) seems to be a modern variation of the humanoid [the blue creature] in Fantastic Planet.)
It’s one of those films that creep its way from beginning to end. The images and plot seem very biblical but there’s evidently something more.
The background music is Pace, pace mio Dio! from Verdi’s La forza del destino, the aria itself a masterpiece.
The Oscar’s nominations for the shorts of this year are disappointing. Especially for live action, compared to how I felt in the cinema last year, this year is a total let-down. The Silent Child is the only one that I think attains to the level of quality that I was expecting. And it won. The heart and soul of the film (from people who made it) are very much palpable, so much so that the feelings easily reach you and it all becomes comprehensible.
-Are you gangsters?
-No we’re Russians.