Lately my brain feels like mush. I haven't been able to think, speak or write in an intelligent fashion, and while a part of me is petrified about my declining mental faculty, another part is happy to slide into early senility. Hence the severe lack of quality blogging these past weeks. I've been meaning to blog about my recent sojourn to New York and Rhode Island, but as with everything at the moment I can't be bothered, maybe I'll get around to to it later.
In line with my mind-zombification, I've been avoiding strenuous thought-processes by watching a lot of DVDs that have been on my "must-watch list". I really connected with the profoundly tragic, soul-crushing, love story of Brokeback Mountain that I watched the other day. It's such a beautifully crafted film, with stunning cinematography and superb acting that made me cry just a tad. The juxtaposition of the heart-wrenching story with the beautiful scenery in certain scenes provides a stark disconnect that serves to hammer home the emotional ordeals throughout the story. Although the epic story drifts towards being too drawn out at times it is constantly redeemed by intense, emotional scenes that ruthlessly pummeled my mind into a state of utter anguish, empathy and despair for the characters. It's not just the two main characters Jack and Ennis that the viewer feels for in this film, as the life of their wives are also developed to make the audience feel for them also, which makes the entire story incredibly touching.
Brokeback Mountain far transcends the "gay-love story" tag, and is a powerful film about love, society and our expectations in life. It's a movie that makes one take a reality-check on the priorities in life. It's confronting, relentless and realistic, go see it.
An equally tragic, severely bleak film that I saw recently, and absolutely loved, is Requiem for a Dream. In contrast to the breathtaking scenery in Brokeback Mountain, there's nothing beautiful about Requiem for a Dream. The film is a naked, harsh, portrayal of drug use, and explores the pressure of societal expectations and the insidious nature of love. It's a film that ironically left me with the desire to pop a Prozac, due to its depressing nature.
Great, I'm all sad now, having pondered about these two remarkable movies. Sigh.
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