Ah Film History Class, How I Love Thee
So we watched a movie in my film history class last thursday like we always do. We watch a lot of different movies from around the globe, sometimes with subtitles, sometimes with english dubbed into it. For the most part, it's pretty interesting. We get to watch a bunch of movies I've never heard of. Last time, we watched a movie from the British cinema. It was called The Servant.
So far, this movie was totally different from pretty much every movie that I had seen in film history class altogether. At least, as far as the script goes. Hell, even the cinematography was a bit different from the rest of the films. But watching this movie invoked a lot of emotions out of me. It was pretty difficult to watch for me, and that doesn't happen often. Usually I am at least enjoying the movie for what it is, like last night when I watched V for Vendetta. Or even take a relective view of my life, like when I watch movies like Closer or even a movie like Liar Liar. A movie is supposed to make you feel something. Even if that feeling is "you hate this movie." It's one thing to actually not like a movie because it sucks, but it's another thing to not like a movie becuase of what it says. I actually didn't like the movie Closer, but I appreciated what it had to say and what it did to me. But watching The Servant the other night... that was tough. Hell, I got so moved I wrote a little diddy down. Here it is:
As the insides are torn out
And then the realization as it blows up in their faces
You just sit at the bar, guzzling down every drink.
And new faces pass into the room
But they all look the same to you
HER FACE
You think about what you had
The trust, and then the blind hatred
She has got her tallons sunk into you
Cuz it's the only world that you still want to live in.
You fall apart.
She tore you apart.
You don't move
You just sit there, at that bar
WAITING
And as you wait...
you become father time itself.
She is never coming back.
And you hate yoruself for it.
I have come into the habit of writing down all sorts of different things now and then. Things that I think will be good ideas for a movie, or just little one-liners. Things like that. Sometimes I go a bit in depth, sometimes I only think of a certain aspect of a movie. But as I watched this movie, it has inspired me to do more than just write down a thought. I think I'm going to start writing my own screen play, or just a story that I think would become a good movie. It's crazy how much movies affect my life.
I'll follow you into the dark
So far, this movie was totally different from pretty much every movie that I had seen in film history class altogether. At least, as far as the script goes. Hell, even the cinematography was a bit different from the rest of the films. But watching this movie invoked a lot of emotions out of me. It was pretty difficult to watch for me, and that doesn't happen often. Usually I am at least enjoying the movie for what it is, like last night when I watched V for Vendetta. Or even take a relective view of my life, like when I watch movies like Closer or even a movie like Liar Liar. A movie is supposed to make you feel something. Even if that feeling is "you hate this movie." It's one thing to actually not like a movie because it sucks, but it's another thing to not like a movie becuase of what it says. I actually didn't like the movie Closer, but I appreciated what it had to say and what it did to me. But watching The Servant the other night... that was tough. Hell, I got so moved I wrote a little diddy down. Here it is:
As the insides are torn out
And then the realization as it blows up in their faces
You just sit at the bar, guzzling down every drink.
And new faces pass into the room
But they all look the same to you
HER FACE
You think about what you had
The trust, and then the blind hatred
She has got her tallons sunk into you
Cuz it's the only world that you still want to live in.
You fall apart.
She tore you apart.
You don't move
You just sit there, at that bar
WAITING
And as you wait...
you become father time itself.
She is never coming back.
And you hate yoruself for it.
I have come into the habit of writing down all sorts of different things now and then. Things that I think will be good ideas for a movie, or just little one-liners. Things like that. Sometimes I go a bit in depth, sometimes I only think of a certain aspect of a movie. But as I watched this movie, it has inspired me to do more than just write down a thought. I think I'm going to start writing my own screen play, or just a story that I think would become a good movie. It's crazy how much movies affect my life.
I'll follow you into the dark