29 September 2007
For the love of Film: Musings of a Movie Fiend during a Festival
)Published on September 29th, 2007 @ 07:21:37 am, using 292 words, 56 views
These are my people. We’ve never been formally introduced and yet we’re part of the same tribe. Hunched over multiple copies of the same newspaper section… a flimsy 25-page guide that’ll be our anointed bible for the coming two weeks. Pens on hand, improvising choreographies as unique as fingerprints, a zigzagging dictated by relentlessly focused eyes as though we were looking for much needed jobs. Titles, theaters, showtimes, codes. RX, EC, EB, LB, IP, LA, OD… and numbers…
So many things to consider. Will I be able to make it to this one on time? Which are the now-or-never ones? The ones I may never get a chance to see…
We’re incomprehensible to some, I imagine. But I look at these people and I simply understand them. No effort required. We’re kin in so many ways. I can visualize the catalog of different ports they set sail towards when sitting on those seats…
- truth
- a mirror
- escapism
- high art
- easy laughs
- being moved to tears
- being moved to roll up their sleeves and act (acting does after all require a friendly push sometimes)
- being shown something they feel alone in feeling, discovering that what’s familiar to them but seen as uncommon, peculiar or odd by the great majority can in fact grow on a desert… can in fact grow through asphalt. It can grow anywhere, for no matter how rare its seeds, they are not exclusive to one location. Just as no experience is exclusive to any one person.
There is no such thing as an endangered seed. Understanding is ours to be sought and found.
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Film Festival, understanding, high art, laughs, truth, escapism
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