Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
Granted that I am a post-modernist weirdo with very eclectic tastes in music, entertainment, and movies - but I just saw a mindblowing Chinese film, "In the Heat of the Sun." Obvi that's not the "authentic" title, but in translation. It's not heavy with historic meaning or as serious as most 5th generation films, but it's like the Chinese "Stand By Me" with enough existentialist questioning to satsify my cravings. Damn good flick... it deals with what it was like to be a kid during the Cultural Revolution. If you were an adult you served in the army, but the kids were basically on extended holiday without parental supervision. A dose of irony, deals the disingenious side of memory, inventive camera techniques, sexual awakening... and it was directed by the actor who played the thuggish "grandpa" in Zhang Yimou's "Red Sorgham." I didn't know much about Chinese film a few months ago, but I admit that it's quickly become a recreational pleasure.

I got an uber bizarre email from a curator at the Guggenheim, one of my future collegues in the film department. I think he was trying to answer a question I had about Morris, but he sent me a cryptic response and a link to his homepage. I need to build up my tolerance and vocabularly to deal with this sort.
posted by lmjasinski at 8:45 PM