Saturday, April 23, 2016
The Bicycle Thieves
I've chosen this film to recommend due to it straying from the norm in storytelling. The film is can be seen as a coming of age film. Neorealism was considered the golden age of Italian cinema, and for good reason; Italian Neorealism is a film movement that was a game changer in film. Instead of the everyday happy movie, these films challenged the viewers thinking. Not every film was happy, and more importantly, was so real it could be mistaken as canon if they weren't filmed so elegantly. Everything from the sets to the actors were as natural as possible, the actors being nonprofessional actors in most cases, and the sets being on location. A Neorealism film I’ve watched was Ladri di biciclette, known as The Bicycle Thief. One thing that I found out from the film’s title, the translation isn’t literal, the actual title is plural, which is a spoiler for the film. I think at it’s core, the movie is simple, surprisingly simple for today's films, but the way it was executed was unlike most films I’ve seen. I think the underlying story of the film covered the son’s journey of coming of age. If one sees the father as the main character, it’s a simple film, but if the son is the star, it becomes deep as how the whole world is sheltered from him, from being told to go away when crimes are made, to being hit for doing nothing. The ending has the son in tears, because that’s when the father’s shield is completely shattered, and the son sees him for what he is, and gets a taste of the real world. The acting of the film was phenomenal, I wasn’t watching a film, I was watching some guy with a camera follow these series of events showing me what happened. My personal reaction to the film was well received, if not above the norm, until the ending. The ending was sad, and felt very unsatisfying at first; it felt like a cut, instead of an ending, but, it made me think about the film. After thinking about it, it makes sense, and makes it more emotional of a piece.
Monday, April 4, 2016
Trump
When i look at I look at an image of Donald Trump like this, I think of the time when all the media nonsense was nonexistent. When I see this image, I simply think of a corporate head, someone that calls the shots and isn't afraid to crack a few heads to get his business ahead and keep it well. Before the media explosion with Trump running for president, I only knew him for his smart business decisions, like bankrupting his companies to get further ahead, cheating the system to most, but, not being in the wrong when it comes to a technical standpoint. When I see this picture, I think of him like when I thought of him now, not a man hungry for attention.
Friday, April 1, 2016
write a dream
Sometimes, in my dreams I'm there standing on a large rock formation, looking out to the surrounding ocean, seemingly endless in depth, yet there is a beach that appears only when you tire of swimming and need to rest. Jumping into the water reveals the brilliant colors of the coral reef below, something only a painter could create, especially color wise, blues that are bluer than blue, reds more vibrant than the finest Chinese ornaments , and crisp purples that would suck your soul away. Fish would swim around and tickle your toes, nibble maybe, but never bite. Eventually in this paradise, it comes to an end when you grow tired, when you dose off, you die, and return to the real world.
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