Grimpak
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Posted - 2008.04.20 23:09:00 -
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Edited by: Grimpak on 20/04/2008 23:14:22 after a 2-week workout in a more gruntish work (balance week on this furniture shop warehouse where I'm doing an internship as warehouse employee), I decided to get a bit more of culture.
So I decided to start on Dr. Strangelove, and enjoying the half hour of Kubrick's satire of the hottest years of the cold war. Laughter ensued, specially due to the amazing acting by Petter Sellers, that showed me how multidimensional he was.
stopping to rest, I decided to end the weekend by watching Akira Kurosawa's own version of King Lear, Ran, and the personal apocalypse of a warlord and its family in the feudal Japan. Amazing one I said.
And now, I finished this weekend of break by seeing Michael Clayton, wich.. well, touched me. A "heavy" movie, with lots of dialog and limited action sequences, but in the end, showing that even the ones that have their hands dirty can do something good, and feel damn fine about it. The morals present can be pretty much depicted in the first lines of the movie:
Originally by: Arthur Edens Michael. Dear Michael. Of course it's you, who else could they send, who else could be trusted? I... I know it's a long way and you're ready to go to work... all I'm saying is just wait, just... just wait and please just hear me out because this is not an episode, relapse, ****-up, it's... I'm begging you Michael. I'm begging you. Try to make believe this is not just madness because this is not just madness. Two weeks ago I came out of the building ok, I'm running across 6th avenue there's a car waiting, I've got exactly 38 minutes to get to the airport and I'm dictating. There's this panicked associate sprinting along beside me, scribbling in a notepad, and suddenly she starts screaming, and I realize we're standing in the middle of the street, the light's changed, there's this wall of traffic, serious traffic speeding towards us, and I... I freeze, I can't move, and I'm suddenly consumed with the overwhelming sensation that I'm covered in some sort of film. It's in my hair, my face... it's like a glaze... a coating, and... at first I thought, oh my god, I know what this is, this is some sort of amniotic - embryonic - fluid. I'm drenched in afterbirth, I've breached the chrysalis, I've been reborn. But then the traffic, the stampede, the cars, the trucks, the horns, the screaming and I'm thinking no-no-no, reset, this is not rebirth, this is some kind of giddy illusion of renewal that happens in the final moment before death. And then I realize no-no-no, this is completely wrong because I look back at the building and I had the most stunning moment of clarity. I... I... I realized Michael, that I had emerged not from the doors of Kenner, Bach, and Odeen, not through the portals of our vast and powerful law firm, but from the ******* of an organism who's sole function is to excrete the... the... the poison, the ammo, the defoliant necessary for other, larger, more powerful organisms to destroy the miracle of humanity. And that I had been coated in this patina of **** for the best part of my life. The stench of it and the sting of it would in all likelihood take the rest of my life to undue. And you know what I did? I took a deep cleansing breath and I put that notion aside. I tabled it. I said to myself as clear as this may be, as potent a feeling as this is, as true a thing as I believe I witnessed today, it must wait. It must stand the test of time, and Michael, the time is now.
kinda touched me, the movie, and gave me some hope that maybe, just maybe, the guy that said "the more I know humans, the more I like animals", makes me think that he might not be quite correct.
bah, ok I'm a bit moved and it's a bit of a sentimentalism, and you're going pretty much "WTF?" but hey, I had to write something about it. ---
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