Monday, July 5, 2010

and he knows the colour of my heart



I just finished seeing pedro almodovar’s All About My Mother.

I bawled my eyes out.

How can a movie, something you watch with a thousand distractions. Something you know has been made, manufactured. With actors and actresses playing parts. How can a movie move you so much?

Of course it’s my own fear of death.

My love for dark colours, slow camera movements.

My fear of anything dark, mingled with my love for anything hopeful.

Still, how would a man sitting in another country, who’s never ever met me. And will never even meet me. Make a movie in a language that I don’t even understand. And yet move me so much?

4 comments:

Achala said...

All about my Mother is one of my all time favourites! What a masterpiece!

soin said...

porn has the same effect. italian porn from 1980 are brilliant.free

ani_aset said...

wow that good eh....will have to put it on my list to watch..on another note..your blog gives me a feel of having reached the website of "The Economist" :D

Sangfroid said...

Well, that is what creativity is all about. Be it a written piece/theater/movie.

Some connect with some.