Off to 2046 for a while.
I rewatched this through the eyes of my children today and their enthrallment made me appreciate it even more than I did the first time I watched it many years ago.
I remember having problems with the way it structured its story, that it felt a bit uneven. But now it all sort of clicked. 'It's just a love story, dad.' is what my 9 year old daughter said. And I guess it's as simple as that. The dance Howl…
I love the stupidity of holding on to what has moved on.
I love the smallness of the biggest emotion we know.
I love the pain that doesn't seem to leave but you know somehow it will.
I love seeing love.
And I love how Wong Kar-Wai manages to capture all of the above and mold it into a piece of visual poetry, instilled with the melancholy, pain, joy, frivolity and promise our species' most powerful four letter word possesses.…
Daughter 1: Daddy, can we watch Frozen?
Me: Sure thing, honey. Does your brother want to watch as well?
Son: What's it about?
Daughter 1: Oh it's about princesses and true love!
Son - blank stare-
Daughter: and there's a snow monster.
Son: Let's roll.
-movie finishes, Daughter 1 is blaring Let it Go at the top of her lungs-
Me: What'd you think, buddy?
-Son gives me a look-
Me: C'mon, wasn't that bad was it?
Son (these are…