One of the more positive by-products of time travelling through my past selves and dredging things up to the surface has been rediscovering my love of films. I’ve also rediscovered a passionate interest in chocolate. I’m going with it. There are worse things to discover, and let’s face it, I have discovered a lot of them over the past six months.
Great piece. I also could probably watch McDormand reading the telephone directory, her face is fascinating and those are three great films. But you also reminded me that having small children took a lot of joy out of cinema (apart from Disney's Tarzan which we watched three times). I remember some hideous kids movie experience...the name of the film is a blur, but at some point in the loos I met another Mum just banging her head against the towel dispenser. And one night their father and I had a date night and went to see The English Patient, and in the midst of a life wrangling a full time job and three small kids it made me so angry, I remember sitting there thinking a trip to Sainsbury with three kids on a Saturday morning would soon sort this crap out....
Loved watching Nomadland. The memoir it’s based on is brilliant too. The way they shine a light on the sense of vulnerability experienced by individuals/communities living on the edges (or outside) of mainstream society is painfully perceptive. Strangely life-affirming too though.
“Life disappearing out of reach” and “witness what life is costing this woman”, brilliant and captures so much more than this wonderful movie, love the movie and this.
I also recently watched this film, having read bits of the book it was based in a year or so back. Totally agree about it being less On The Road and more Grapes of Wrath. No less affecting, for that.
Great piece. I also could probably watch McDormand reading the telephone directory, her face is fascinating and those are three great films. But you also reminded me that having small children took a lot of joy out of cinema (apart from Disney's Tarzan which we watched three times). I remember some hideous kids movie experience...the name of the film is a blur, but at some point in the loos I met another Mum just banging her head against the towel dispenser. And one night their father and I had a date night and went to see The English Patient, and in the midst of a life wrangling a full time job and three small kids it made me so angry, I remember sitting there thinking a trip to Sainsbury with three kids on a Saturday morning would soon sort this crap out....
Loved watching Nomadland. The memoir it’s based on is brilliant too. The way they shine a light on the sense of vulnerability experienced by individuals/communities living on the edges (or outside) of mainstream society is painfully perceptive. Strangely life-affirming too though.
“Life disappearing out of reach” and “witness what life is costing this woman”, brilliant and captures so much more than this wonderful movie, love the movie and this.
I also recently watched this film, having read bits of the book it was based in a year or so back. Totally agree about it being less On The Road and more Grapes of Wrath. No less affecting, for that.
One of my favourite actors in one of my favourites films.
Loved the film and 3 billboards