About 20 minutes before the film ends there is a momentary collapse of all sounds. I don't think I've ever heard silence quite like it. I could hear my heart throbbing in my ears -- a painful sting coupled with a quiet panic as my senses became temporarily heightened and numbed all at once. A brief glimpse into ing?
Yeah, pretty great film.
I cried for two hours straight: for how inspiring she is as a complex and whole human being, for the transcendent moments of activism, for the beauty of her art, for the pain that she's experienced, for her sister, for all the beautiful lives lost to senseless greed and stigma, for the bereaved parents, for the many victims, beauty beauty beauty, blood.
For the people I've lost. For the things we can't talk about but should.
Truly an astonishing film about the burden of empathy. Nicholas Cage delivers a performance of equal parts introversion and extroversion as Frank, a paramedic struggling with the emotional weight of his work. Part way through the film, Frank realizes that his job is less about saving lives, and more about bearing witness to death, a theme that is explored throughout. The narrative is mostly derived from the juxtaposition between Frank and his partners varying coping mechanisms. Each paramedic is captured…
Obviously, this is a masterpiece. Kiarostami’s ability to simultaneously lie and manipulate through form, while also preaching the utmost universal truths is untouchable.
In the beginning of the film, I found it a fascinating choice to hold on the can rolling down the hill. To me it said “I am a filmmaker, and I find it personally worth holding on the motion of this can rolling down the hill. I am actively making choices behind the camera, this film comes…