It's just a film
No. No it isn't just a film. How can it possibly be just a film?
Is it just a book? Just an opera? Just the symphony? Just the juiciest steak? Just great sex? Just a perfect sunset? Just a body? Just lightning? Just your favourite band, live? Just a best friend? Just a livid ocean before a storm? Just inspirational architecture? Just the perfect kiss? Just an old bottle of wine?
Just a film indeed. Shame on you.
There are films which have scared me half to death, have altered my behaviour, have let me understand myself and others in clearer ways, have moved me to tears and have filled me with such melancholy I'm too heavy to leave the sanctuary of the cinema. There are films which have made me laugh so hard I've been in pain, have left me soaring, wanting to run laps round the room, cheering but not sure for what. There are films which have made me wish I could sing, films have made me wish I could dance, films have made me wish I could fly or time-travel or be invisible or grant wishes or predict the future. There are films which have made me think of people I've let slide from my life, made me find them, made me rebuild rickety bridges. There are films which have angered me, frustrated me, moved me to act, moved me to speak out or stand up and be counted. There are films which have become bonds with people, have held us to a moment, an impulse, a time a feeling and a memory that might otherwise fade. There are seductive films that have hooked me, reeled me in, tempted and teased me, thrilled and indulged me. There are films which have excluded me, kept me watching from a distance, allowed me to look but not touch, to appreciate only as an obscure object of austere beauty. Films delight and fuel me, drive me and excite me.
So there's no such thing as just a film.
Well, not unless we're talking about the majority of mainstream bile spewed forth to distract the masses. Then it's mostly shit.
Is it just a book? Just an opera? Just the symphony? Just the juiciest steak? Just great sex? Just a perfect sunset? Just a body? Just lightning? Just your favourite band, live? Just a best friend? Just a livid ocean before a storm? Just inspirational architecture? Just the perfect kiss? Just an old bottle of wine?
Just a film indeed. Shame on you.
There are films which have scared me half to death, have altered my behaviour, have let me understand myself and others in clearer ways, have moved me to tears and have filled me with such melancholy I'm too heavy to leave the sanctuary of the cinema. There are films which have made me laugh so hard I've been in pain, have left me soaring, wanting to run laps round the room, cheering but not sure for what. There are films which have made me wish I could sing, films have made me wish I could dance, films have made me wish I could fly or time-travel or be invisible or grant wishes or predict the future. There are films which have made me think of people I've let slide from my life, made me find them, made me rebuild rickety bridges. There are films which have angered me, frustrated me, moved me to act, moved me to speak out or stand up and be counted. There are films which have become bonds with people, have held us to a moment, an impulse, a time a feeling and a memory that might otherwise fade. There are seductive films that have hooked me, reeled me in, tempted and teased me, thrilled and indulged me. There are films which have excluded me, kept me watching from a distance, allowed me to look but not touch, to appreciate only as an obscure object of austere beauty. Films delight and fuel me, drive me and excite me.
So there's no such thing as just a film.
Well, not unless we're talking about the majority of mainstream bile spewed forth to distract the masses. Then it's mostly shit.
posted by Adele at 4:38 PM
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