He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct. The ending lines from the movie. Will affect you more if you watch it. Simple stuff right, but something he could see not touch, its painful.
A nice sunday evening, i sat down to see the second half of the movie. I had made some tea for the occasion, and it was made to match the movie style, less amount of distractions like sugar and milk, more tea. The director sometimes was using shots through translucent glasses, i made my own by fogging my spectacles with vapors from my tea. And then comes that haunting music where they start moving in a strange slow motion, going through motions repeated in the movie, she climbing up those nice stairs from the local noodle shop, he with his cigarette with that sweet and sad expression on his face. There was love and there was pain.
The first half made me happy with the intimate shots of the characters, you see some of them, you hear some, you feel the rest, and you are in there, not somewhere far away. You feel the warmth that these nice families extend to strange people living with them. You love it. Later you hate it.
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"The director sometimes was using shots through translucent glasses, i made my own by fogging my spectacles with vapors from my tea. "
felt, deep within ...
recollected, with elegance
"you see some of them, you hear some, you feel the rest, and you are in there, not somewhere far away."
That sums up .. the magic of cinema!
Best blog of 2006 :-)
To the magic of cinema :), thanks neo.
Wish I could blog like this...
Loved the part where you fogged your glasses with tea vapours...
Sigh!
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