get your life affirmed at the door...
I talk too much. I've cut the entry off because I just ramble on too long about films in general. But I just saw Y Tu Mama Tambien (And Your Mother Too) tonight, with y, Adrian and Filbert, and it was great. A nice night out, a good break in a week that's usually all about getting to the library earlier and earlier and reading more and more books. Collections, pfah.
So sleepy.
As I try to suppress the thoughts that bubbled up throughout the movie ("Why am I in Oxford? Why am I wasting my life on finals? I wanna be in MEXICO!"), I have to say that this was such a wonderful film. It was LOL-funny, sweet and sad at the same time; it had a life-message but didn't thump you over the head with it; it made you glad to be alive (or more accurately, more aware of the fact that you are alive). I liked the narrative technique, since it told us more about the characters than could ever be expressed even by the most consummate of actors--it had the same irony-tinged tone as the narrator did in Amelie, and the ending was just a sucker-punch.
It's about the joy of life and being alive--don't waste it, don't let it go by without grabbing hold of it with both hands!--so poignant, the ending, when the narrator tells us that Julio and Tenoch will never meet again. They were such good friends throughout the film; they seemed a perfect fit even as they bickered with and forgave (the kneeling-down scene was priceless!) each other. And you realise that yes, this is how life works out. You share yourself with others in the most intimate way possible (physically, emotionally, everything), and that's still not enough to stay together. Give yourself away, like the sea, so that people will remember you.
The best thing about the film was how incredibly real it was--yes, a few of the scenes were a little contrived, and I still don't buy the idea that Luisa decided to give the boys what they wanted (i.e. screws) just because she was dying of cancer, but it was just realistic. The conversations, the scenery--the depiction of the poverty in Mexico, as well, and how it sort of drifted in and out of one's consciousness the same way it would in real life. You walk in it, but don't realise it--there was a scene when all three of them were talking, and a beggar hobbles in from stage-right and begs for money. Such a tiny little thing, but that's how life is.
And I'm glad the ending wasn't happy so much as bittersweet. It fit the film, it fit the picture it drew of three lives thrown together and coming apart, it just fit.
Plus, it made me think twice about being a finalist. I love things that do that. ;)
So sleepy.
As I try to suppress the thoughts that bubbled up throughout the movie ("Why am I in Oxford? Why am I wasting my life on finals? I wanna be in MEXICO!"), I have to say that this was such a wonderful film. It was LOL-funny, sweet and sad at the same time; it had a life-message but didn't thump you over the head with it; it made you glad to be alive (or more accurately, more aware of the fact that you are alive). I liked the narrative technique, since it told us more about the characters than could ever be expressed even by the most consummate of actors--it had the same irony-tinged tone as the narrator did in Amelie, and the ending was just a sucker-punch.
It's about the joy of life and being alive--don't waste it, don't let it go by without grabbing hold of it with both hands!--so poignant, the ending, when the narrator tells us that Julio and Tenoch will never meet again. They were such good friends throughout the film; they seemed a perfect fit even as they bickered with and forgave (the kneeling-down scene was priceless!) each other. And you realise that yes, this is how life works out. You share yourself with others in the most intimate way possible (physically, emotionally, everything), and that's still not enough to stay together. Give yourself away, like the sea, so that people will remember you.
The best thing about the film was how incredibly real it was--yes, a few of the scenes were a little contrived, and I still don't buy the idea that Luisa decided to give the boys what they wanted (i.e. screws) just because she was dying of cancer, but it was just realistic. The conversations, the scenery--the depiction of the poverty in Mexico, as well, and how it sort of drifted in and out of one's consciousness the same way it would in real life. You walk in it, but don't realise it--there was a scene when all three of them were talking, and a beggar hobbles in from stage-right and begs for money. Such a tiny little thing, but that's how life is.
And I'm glad the ending wasn't happy so much as bittersweet. It fit the film, it fit the picture it drew of three lives thrown together and coming apart, it just fit.
Plus, it made me think twice about being a finalist. I love things that do that. ;)