you can only shoot once
ok so i watched the much hyped movie called elephant.
it is really bittersweet. like a coffee toffee.
i had so much to say about this movie, but sadly i accidentally closed the damned window whereby i wrote an essay worth of my thoughts. so fuck myself.
i really liked the movie alot.
it is like seeing a beautiful woman on the streets and at close up, you realised she is wearing a prosthetic leg. or looking at Joseph Marrick (the elephant man)'s photo and then reading about how beautiful his soul is.
beauty is so captivating, but destroying it takes a minute detail.
uglyness is so compelling and chilling, but beauty will salvage it.
so this sums up what i feel this movie's message is.
and choices. choices never looked so clear to me than ever.
the characters all made choices on that fateful day; some choices met; some choices veered so far from each other. to walk down a certain schoolhall is a choice, to bump into someone is two choices colliding. when choices collide in that instant and go their opposite ways the next, we see all the difference between life and death.
and the killers kissed.
nothing sexual, nothing needy.
one of them said "i havent kissed before in my life"
its one of the few times we see some sort of emotion left in them.
my favourite scene is whereby alex (one of the killers) plays the piano - not a perfect piece, but rather a piece that ends up jarring into your soul. its haunting.
the focus here in the movie, is that there is no focus. there is no reason sometimes. or that sometimes reasons are too little to account for anything.
so we blame taunting
we blame culture; exposure to Hitler
we blame guns
we blame homosexuality
but Gus Vant Sant ripped it all and show us
sometimes, beauty just vanishes
before u can catch it.
it is really bittersweet. like a coffee toffee.
i had so much to say about this movie, but sadly i accidentally closed the damned window whereby i wrote an essay worth of my thoughts. so fuck myself.
i really liked the movie alot.
it is like seeing a beautiful woman on the streets and at close up, you realised she is wearing a prosthetic leg. or looking at Joseph Marrick (the elephant man)'s photo and then reading about how beautiful his soul is.
beauty is so captivating, but destroying it takes a minute detail.
uglyness is so compelling and chilling, but beauty will salvage it.
so this sums up what i feel this movie's message is.
and choices. choices never looked so clear to me than ever.
the characters all made choices on that fateful day; some choices met; some choices veered so far from each other. to walk down a certain schoolhall is a choice, to bump into someone is two choices colliding. when choices collide in that instant and go their opposite ways the next, we see all the difference between life and death.
and the killers kissed.
nothing sexual, nothing needy.
one of them said "i havent kissed before in my life"
its one of the few times we see some sort of emotion left in them.
my favourite scene is whereby alex (one of the killers) plays the piano - not a perfect piece, but rather a piece that ends up jarring into your soul. its haunting.
the focus here in the movie, is that there is no focus. there is no reason sometimes. or that sometimes reasons are too little to account for anything.
so we blame taunting
we blame culture; exposure to Hitler
we blame guns
we blame homosexuality
but Gus Vant Sant ripped it all and show us
sometimes, beauty just vanishes
before u can catch it.
