Afterwards

Here’s another reason why I’m so terribly happy Dave is my friend. After the movie ended and the credits were rolling, I reached into my camera bag and got out my notebook. During the movie, I got a few poem ideas I wanted to kick around and so wanted to commit them to paper before I forgot them. I looked over and saw that Dave had his notebook out, and was making notes as well.

My friends fucking rule. I just need to state that again.

At the bottom of the stairs, near the entrance. Justin and Emma listen to us talk about our impressions of the movie.

This is Jim, the guy who started it all. Jim is the one who mentioned the movie to Dave, who then mentioned it to Justin, who then mentioned it to me.

Jim did nothing but rave about the film, and his comments still stick in my mind. He said that after the film, he felt like he had stretched muscles he didn’t know he had, and that he “walked out of the movie theater a different person.”

While I didn’t have as strong a reaction as Jim, I’m definitely glad I got to see it. Sans Soleil is one of those filmes you can watch 10 times and still find something new each time, it seems. It was as good imagistically, as it was textually. The writing/letters were so dense and profound… I found myself getting lost in the words as often as my breath was taken by the visuals.

As I was watching, the entire movie made me think of what I like best about poems. There were several jumps throughout the movie, shifting from Japan to Africa, human to animal, history to technology. What at first appeared to be random leaps turned out to be variations on a theme. The more that was revealed, the more leaps that were made… the more interconnectivity was revealed. Definitely try to catch this film if you can.

That is, catch this film if you consider me your friend, and you trust my taste. :)