Elle & Lui - Still Alive
I thought, it can't get harder, but it got. I'm still alive, survived this weekend, watched tons of movies and one part of my pretty little soul feels relieved, the other half-dead. I suffered a minor nervous breakdown today when watching the new movie of Hajdu Szabolcs. More shouldn't be told. It was a great film - Hungarian filmmaking at it's best.
The other frenetic experience was Taxidermia from Pálfi Gyuri, which is the most important and best Hungarian film made since the change of regime, if not in the entire national film history. And I truly do not understand why they blame it for being what it is? Or I rather understand it too well. That is, partly why I talk constantly about the abject. As the true period on which the western is based upon is an abject for the subject, so is the past 60+ years in Hungarian history. And if one does know the short stories adapted to film, if one knows Parti Nagy's mentality and attitude toward history and other postmodern games, one cannot miss the point in Taxidermia. It is bright, erotic and doesn't cease to create a cathartic impression. It liberates certain fixations toward history, I'm quite sure, I felt it on myself clearly. As it has it's obvious, mostly dramaturgical lows and faults, where the material is loose and lacks any emotional intention - there's a rather long part in which emotions run plain and flat, that can't be received well.
And, yes, Johanna too.
These gave me back some of the hope I seemed to lost...
I'm going to write more, but now, off to work a bit. The good news is that I still have a week to finish that darned essay.
The other frenetic experience was Taxidermia from Pálfi Gyuri, which is the most important and best Hungarian film made since the change of regime, if not in the entire national film history. And I truly do not understand why they blame it for being what it is? Or I rather understand it too well. That is, partly why I talk constantly about the abject. As the true period on which the western is based upon is an abject for the subject, so is the past 60+ years in Hungarian history. And if one does know the short stories adapted to film, if one knows Parti Nagy's mentality and attitude toward history and other postmodern games, one cannot miss the point in Taxidermia. It is bright, erotic and doesn't cease to create a cathartic impression. It liberates certain fixations toward history, I'm quite sure, I felt it on myself clearly. As it has it's obvious, mostly dramaturgical lows and faults, where the material is loose and lacks any emotional intention - there's a rather long part in which emotions run plain and flat, that can't be received well.
And, yes, Johanna too.
These gave me back some of the hope I seemed to lost...
I'm going to write more, but now, off to work a bit. The good news is that I still have a week to finish that darned essay.