I suffer from nostalgia, well, I suffer it and enjoy it, the two almost at the same time. One arrives as an odor or a certain sound detonates a thought in my brain and I feel this eager to be somewhere, with someone, doing whatever, of course, all of that I have already done in the past. Odors especially work as ignition for nostalgia with me, also flavors and sounds, when to comes to the first ones they are sudden and often pass quickly. I say I suffer from nostalgia because it feels itchy first and hurts a tiny little bit, but for a fraction of a second, then makes me smile and I start to enjoy, it feels like a breeze of memories that caress every single angle of my life at that moment, and I say moment instead of time on purpose, because is short, like the click of an old Leica camera, that vintage this feeling is, and new, full of motion and flooded with enjoyment. The aftertaste, spongy cake and merengue from my 5th birthday or the smell of vanilla candles and patchoulli mixed with sandal wood oil.
Being nostalgic can be a limitation, but since I´m pretty much invaded by it I decided to turnaround he whole thing and make it an asset, for instance, right now it nostalgia what makes me type and it is this trip to way back in time that becomes the engine of these words. I honestly think it is nostalgia what makes us get in touch with people that we haven't heard from for ages or to wear an awful piece of clothing. Nostalgia can be the plane that takes us to a very pleasant trip as well, I personally let myself being transported and land in the middle of nowhere in the dessert in Jordan on my way to Petra with a new australian friend that says "water" in a funny way, and there I am again, stuck in the road with my sister, Sian, Guillermo and the driver (that can not speak english) at 98 degrees, feeling the sun and not worrying too much about what could happen, because fortunately always everything turns out just fine. I decided make nostalgia a tool, because although it can be enjoyed my itself, nostalgia can also become a tool that intensifies the pleasure of other elements, in this case, a movie, unexpectedly joyful, a true surprise for my personal nostalgia.
The other night I went to the movies, I go as often as possible, it is the movie experience that takes me there, although the prices arise on the weekly basis, to it feels like it at least. I think by now I have to say that I have always loved cinema, since I was little back in my hometown, they would let us play in the stage like area beneath the gigantic white screen and I would do car wheels and stuff, even act as If I was performing, but mostly car wheels and runaround like a headless hen. Anyways, I´ve always enjoyed going to the movies, and this past saturday I went and watch this new Ben Stiller´s new flick, I wasn't expecting depth precisely, but I wanted to have a good time, and this guy usually delivers funny stuff, except when he went all artsy and indie and all, when it turned more grey that deep. To my surprise, I found myself refreshed by a kind of I-want-to-get-serios-here-but-will-keep-it-funny-but-seriously-watch-how-good-of-a-writter-and-director-I-am proposal that I opened my heart to, since the very first minute of the digital super high definition projection (in "Version Originale", that stands for original version, english in this case, with french subtitles, remember I live in Paris now). It seemed a little slow, but since I sort of know that they have to establish the character in general and particular, his pros, cons, defects, virtues, vices, phobias, manias, etc., I kept receptive, good for me I had a good night sleep the night before and the approach was good and not high profile at all, only a bit less speedy than the opening of, lets say, Saving Private Ryan, I mean, you want speed and all, there you go, watch the opening sequence of Saving Private Ryan, from then on the movie just slows down little by little, but trust me, that opening is like being thrown out of a plane while having a good night sleep in your bed (picture that, you went to bed in your comfy and safe room and then you suddenly wake up to find yourself falling from a plane at 30,000 feet high). Then the movie moves on to the story itself, a man that has forgotten to work in his dreams while getting settled in the comfort zone that a good job in one of the most iconic publications in the world, a loving mother and sister and the "khaki" shade of the rainbow can provide. Then a detonator that reminds him of who he wanted to be and an adventure to find himself on the way to look for an unknown image, this last one, working as an allegory of the past spirit and lost essence of the main character, this Walter Mitty guy.
I started speaking about nostalgia because that´s what made me enjoy this movie the most, not for an adventure, I have ran my marathons and climbed my mountains, I have performed as extra for an egyptian soap opera and, although my bucket list it´s not even 40% full, I´m content about what I have accomplished of it so far. In this case, nostalgia came from the accords of a song that made me cry the very first time I listened to it, because of the story, that´s about nostalgia, dressed up as courage to face the uncertain, but it is about nostalgia really, of being home cosy having a hot cocoa and ordering pizza, about doing ordinary things safe and surrounded my the loved ones, warm in the walled limits of the kingdom of home. Ground control to Major Tom, and there I go, my eyes shine like the just polished surface of glass or steal, my heart opes even more and Ben has me, maybe corny, but this is my POV, like a script instruction to the camera, this is what I saw through the lens of my very own eyes, Space Oddity setting the mood for the rest of the film.
The script structure is divided in three parts (not strictly but usually), the first part that´s named Approach, the second is named Development of the Story and the third one is the Outcome. These three parts are defined by the Plot Nodes in between each of them, the first one sets up the conflict that will be disentangled along the second part (that´s usually the longest one of the three) to find the second plot node that will reveal all the details that kept in the dark in the first two parts, that way reaching climax and then the end, this last one the closing element of this structure. Well, this movie is not precisely that; the purpose of the climax is to catch with catharsis and release the tension the writer has been causing us to keep along the movie… I found my climax early, I mean, I had two climaxes, but the first one is the one that made my eyes shiny as mercury, while the main character´s love interest starts to sing Space Oddity and plays the guitar, and encourages Walter to keep up with the daring adventure he just started, because this climax works for him as well, as slow as the song is, the power of it gets his motor on and raging, and throws him to the unknown, which will color his "khaki" world with the intensity of the light and as much colors as the world itself.
I´m not very fond of giving stars or thumbs up, I guess every movie is different for each and everyone of us, based on what we have experienced through our paths, we live fiction in a very intimate way, in this case, worked for me, made the time the movie lasted worth every second spent there and every Euro paid. Consider this, only because I think something´s good or bad, does´t mean it will be good or bad for any of you out there, donut be afraid and experience ugly and beautiful, I have always said that one can not appreciate beauty if one haven´t see horrific first. I´d say jump on the helicopter and go on with your adventure, as for me, I will always do it, no matter how frightening perspectives are.
Being nostalgic can be a limitation, but since I´m pretty much invaded by it I decided to turnaround he whole thing and make it an asset, for instance, right now it nostalgia what makes me type and it is this trip to way back in time that becomes the engine of these words. I honestly think it is nostalgia what makes us get in touch with people that we haven't heard from for ages or to wear an awful piece of clothing. Nostalgia can be the plane that takes us to a very pleasant trip as well, I personally let myself being transported and land in the middle of nowhere in the dessert in Jordan on my way to Petra with a new australian friend that says "water" in a funny way, and there I am again, stuck in the road with my sister, Sian, Guillermo and the driver (that can not speak english) at 98 degrees, feeling the sun and not worrying too much about what could happen, because fortunately always everything turns out just fine. I decided make nostalgia a tool, because although it can be enjoyed my itself, nostalgia can also become a tool that intensifies the pleasure of other elements, in this case, a movie, unexpectedly joyful, a true surprise for my personal nostalgia.
The other night I went to the movies, I go as often as possible, it is the movie experience that takes me there, although the prices arise on the weekly basis, to it feels like it at least. I think by now I have to say that I have always loved cinema, since I was little back in my hometown, they would let us play in the stage like area beneath the gigantic white screen and I would do car wheels and stuff, even act as If I was performing, but mostly car wheels and runaround like a headless hen. Anyways, I´ve always enjoyed going to the movies, and this past saturday I went and watch this new Ben Stiller´s new flick, I wasn't expecting depth precisely, but I wanted to have a good time, and this guy usually delivers funny stuff, except when he went all artsy and indie and all, when it turned more grey that deep. To my surprise, I found myself refreshed by a kind of I-want-to-get-serios-here-but-will-keep-it-funny-but-seriously-watch-how-good-of-a-writter-and-director-I-am proposal that I opened my heart to, since the very first minute of the digital super high definition projection (in "Version Originale", that stands for original version, english in this case, with french subtitles, remember I live in Paris now). It seemed a little slow, but since I sort of know that they have to establish the character in general and particular, his pros, cons, defects, virtues, vices, phobias, manias, etc., I kept receptive, good for me I had a good night sleep the night before and the approach was good and not high profile at all, only a bit less speedy than the opening of, lets say, Saving Private Ryan, I mean, you want speed and all, there you go, watch the opening sequence of Saving Private Ryan, from then on the movie just slows down little by little, but trust me, that opening is like being thrown out of a plane while having a good night sleep in your bed (picture that, you went to bed in your comfy and safe room and then you suddenly wake up to find yourself falling from a plane at 30,000 feet high). Then the movie moves on to the story itself, a man that has forgotten to work in his dreams while getting settled in the comfort zone that a good job in one of the most iconic publications in the world, a loving mother and sister and the "khaki" shade of the rainbow can provide. Then a detonator that reminds him of who he wanted to be and an adventure to find himself on the way to look for an unknown image, this last one, working as an allegory of the past spirit and lost essence of the main character, this Walter Mitty guy.
I started speaking about nostalgia because that´s what made me enjoy this movie the most, not for an adventure, I have ran my marathons and climbed my mountains, I have performed as extra for an egyptian soap opera and, although my bucket list it´s not even 40% full, I´m content about what I have accomplished of it so far. In this case, nostalgia came from the accords of a song that made me cry the very first time I listened to it, because of the story, that´s about nostalgia, dressed up as courage to face the uncertain, but it is about nostalgia really, of being home cosy having a hot cocoa and ordering pizza, about doing ordinary things safe and surrounded my the loved ones, warm in the walled limits of the kingdom of home. Ground control to Major Tom, and there I go, my eyes shine like the just polished surface of glass or steal, my heart opes even more and Ben has me, maybe corny, but this is my POV, like a script instruction to the camera, this is what I saw through the lens of my very own eyes, Space Oddity setting the mood for the rest of the film.
The script structure is divided in three parts (not strictly but usually), the first part that´s named Approach, the second is named Development of the Story and the third one is the Outcome. These three parts are defined by the Plot Nodes in between each of them, the first one sets up the conflict that will be disentangled along the second part (that´s usually the longest one of the three) to find the second plot node that will reveal all the details that kept in the dark in the first two parts, that way reaching climax and then the end, this last one the closing element of this structure. Well, this movie is not precisely that; the purpose of the climax is to catch with catharsis and release the tension the writer has been causing us to keep along the movie… I found my climax early, I mean, I had two climaxes, but the first one is the one that made my eyes shiny as mercury, while the main character´s love interest starts to sing Space Oddity and plays the guitar, and encourages Walter to keep up with the daring adventure he just started, because this climax works for him as well, as slow as the song is, the power of it gets his motor on and raging, and throws him to the unknown, which will color his "khaki" world with the intensity of the light and as much colors as the world itself.
I´m not very fond of giving stars or thumbs up, I guess every movie is different for each and everyone of us, based on what we have experienced through our paths, we live fiction in a very intimate way, in this case, worked for me, made the time the movie lasted worth every second spent there and every Euro paid. Consider this, only because I think something´s good or bad, does´t mean it will be good or bad for any of you out there, donut be afraid and experience ugly and beautiful, I have always said that one can not appreciate beauty if one haven´t see horrific first. I´d say jump on the helicopter and go on with your adventure, as for me, I will always do it, no matter how frightening perspectives are.
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