~Welcome to my new blog, a dreamy daze place, to share words of love for cinema and the images imprinted in memory. Dive with me into celluloid dreams! Please send raves, discussions, I'd like this to be a salon among friends to discuss the art that makes us smile, debate, cry and blush, most importantly remember and cherish our passions. There's a hurricane today, August 28th, in New York, as the wind is blowing I'm mesmerized, watching the heavy chestnut tree sway outside my window, thinking about BLUE and the power of this movie, how it captures the silent terror, not knowing what's coming. The storm inside of emotion, pulling out each hair, shockingly. We are so powerless at times, truly.
Although I receive immense pleasure from the power of words spoken or in print, when a film makes me go silent, it haunts changing my capacity for feelings, I remember sitting in Lincoln Center during a Kieslowski retrospective a few years back, the packed theater, the collective crying jags and holding hands with someone I loved, thinking about one day losing that person...how do you exist then? Blue is a rare film that dives into this reality, fearlessly.
Julie has lost everything and ponders, "Now I only have one thing left to do: nothing. I don't want any belongings, any memories. No friends, no love. Those are all traps." Could that be true? The pain of lost lost rather than unrequited love is explored in Julie's tragedy. How can you say my love is dead, but I can still go on? Blue is an onion of a film, every time I watch it, a new layer is felt and I always cry, no matter how hard I try. I probably look lonely at the Film Forum or my other haunts, but truth be told, I like to experience the movie and whatever that entails, bawling my eyes out included, I need to do in privacy. This film should be seen on a large scene for the emotional landscapes, shades of blue, and Juliette Binoche's transcendent performance. Thank you for these eyes.
