the four right chords can make me cry

Three girls; an American, a Norwegian and a Singaporean, go out to watch a movie. We ask a stranger for directions along the way, and she asks: "so, where are you from?" We pause, exchanging quick glances, and laugh. There is no better protocol for a situation like that. On our way back we talk about what we felt about the movie, and other movies and books that we liked, or not, and why. A beautiful idea was hatched and promises made about assured accomodation in three rather different corners of the world.

But today's film, oh, it just took my breath away.

It was the film society's screening of Wong Kar-Wai's In the Mood for Love, or 花样年华. That evocative mood of longing, pain and tragedy, seeping through the flaking paint of the city walls and dark crevices of Angkor Wat. The symmetry of composition and movement, duplicating and doubling the loneliness and pathos. And the slow, languid passing of time, spreading out the dense emotions like a thick, heady syrup.

Now I must watch the other two!

Labels: Movies

posted by beckyboo @ 6:28 AM