Children of Men
Children of Men is the most emotionally harrowing movie I have ever seen. It wasn't a movie, it was an ordeal. I suppose it is to Cuaron, and all the people involved in making the movie's credit that I was so wrecked from watching this movie. Although, I think I spent a good quarter hiding from the movie.
Erik and I went to see this movie last night. He said he wanted to see it before it ended its run in theaters and I had been interested in seeing it too. As I love spoilers, I had read about it several weeks ago, so while I knew the bulk of what was going to happen, I had forgotten a few things. After the first real shocker of a death, my stomach twisted up into this anxious knot and just tightened for the rest of the movie. I have never felt more distraught about anything before in my life. I almost wanted to just leave, rather than finish watching the movie, it upset me so much.
When the movie ended, and we were walking out, I felt shorter. I could barely stand from the weight of the movie. My knees felt two inches from the ground. There were a few people who seemed to be watching the movie alone. I have no idea how they managed to get through it alone. I suppose they had their coats to hide behind and the arm rests to grip onto. I think my hand turned into a claw from gripping onto Erik's arm for so long.
Afterwards, we went right across the street to a sushi place and we both said practically at the same time, "I could use a drink." It was a really good movie. Not without its faults and the little things I could nitpick at, but it really obviously was very powerful for me. I don't think I've ever felt so affected by a movie before.
I suppose it doesn't help that I have been reading several books that are very similar in tone to this movie - dystopic worlds set in the nearby future. Handmaid's Tale, Country of Last Things, The Sheep Look Up. I also just got the latest Cormac McCarthy. I don't know why I am seeking out all these dark things.
I told Erik that I can't watch anything else so violent and heartbreaking anytime soon, so next week, we're planning to see 300.
Erik and I went to see this movie last night. He said he wanted to see it before it ended its run in theaters and I had been interested in seeing it too. As I love spoilers, I had read about it several weeks ago, so while I knew the bulk of what was going to happen, I had forgotten a few things. After the first real shocker of a death, my stomach twisted up into this anxious knot and just tightened for the rest of the movie. I have never felt more distraught about anything before in my life. I almost wanted to just leave, rather than finish watching the movie, it upset me so much.
When the movie ended, and we were walking out, I felt shorter. I could barely stand from the weight of the movie. My knees felt two inches from the ground. There were a few people who seemed to be watching the movie alone. I have no idea how they managed to get through it alone. I suppose they had their coats to hide behind and the arm rests to grip onto. I think my hand turned into a claw from gripping onto Erik's arm for so long.
Afterwards, we went right across the street to a sushi place and we both said practically at the same time, "I could use a drink." It was a really good movie. Not without its faults and the little things I could nitpick at, but it really obviously was very powerful for me. I don't think I've ever felt so affected by a movie before.
I suppose it doesn't help that I have been reading several books that are very similar in tone to this movie - dystopic worlds set in the nearby future. Handmaid's Tale, Country of Last Things, The Sheep Look Up. I also just got the latest Cormac McCarthy. I don't know why I am seeking out all these dark things.
I told Erik that I can't watch anything else so violent and heartbreaking anytime soon, so next week, we're planning to see 300.