Happy Together (1997), dir. Wong Kar Wai _______________________ I saw this movie about 13 years ago, and it changed the way I see. It still does.
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Tagged: exile, film, film-going, love, Taipei, Wong Kar Wai
Happy Together (1997), dir. Wong Kar Wai _______________________ I saw this movie about 13 years ago, and it changed the way I see. It still does.
Tagged: exile, film, film-going, love, Taipei, Wong Kar Wai
Escaping her disgust with herself, she walks out into the night to haunt a familiar tea room—to meet a familiar stranger. An encounter with the stranger, her lover, who asks her to stay here in Hiroshima is the beginning of a slow walk through the empty streets of the night city. He’s going to kiss me. He’s going to kiss me and I’ll be lost. She walks on, passing two strolling guitarists, lovers embracing in back seat of a parked car, another car slowing, almost stopping as it passes her, a lone lady in the night. The flickering of Japanese neon is cut with day-lit memories of the sober street signs marking the corner walls of her small French village. Her thoughts drift between…
Morvern Callar, (2002) dir. Lynne Ramsay Got it? Good. Now for a little thought exercise: Below is an excerpt from a conversation between writer, Michael Ondaatje (The English Patient), and legendary film editor and sound designer, Walter Murch, from the book, The Conversations: Walter Murch and the art of editing film (2002). As you read, think about all the ways that loving cities is so close to loving films, and why films can be great archives of the experience of living in cites. Walter Murch: In film, there’s a dance between the words and images and the sounds. As rich as films appear, they are limited to two of the five senses–hearing and sight–and they are limited in time–the film lasts only as long…
Tagged: dance, experience, film, film-going, intimacy, love, Lynne Ramsay, Morvern Callar, sound, Walter Murch
Tagged: 1970s, Donna Summer, love, music
The Real Revolution Is Love, I argue with Roberto on the slick-tiled patio where houseplants as big as elms sway in a samba breeze at four or five in the Managua morning after too many Yerbabuenas and as many shots of golden rum. And watch Pedro follow Diane up her brown arm, over the shoulder of her cool dress, the valleys of her neck to the place inside her ear where he isn’t speaking revolution. And Alonzo tosses in the rhetoric made of too much rum and the burden of being an American in a country he no longer belongs to. What we are dealing with here are ideological differences, political power, he says to impress a woman who is gorgeously intelligent and who reminds me of…
Tagged: Joy Harjo, love, Managua, poetry, revolution
New York, you’re perfect, oh please don’t change a thing! you let the people see just who you want to be, and every night you shine just like a superstar
Tagged: heartbreak, lcd soundsystem, love, music, New York, randy crawford, streets
Election night 2008 was an explosion of raw emotion in parts of New York City. Harlem was overflowing with affective experience. Listen to the sounds build into a joyful roar.
Tagged: election night, harlem, love, streets
