Guess who’s upped her film count in a matter of days? This person. You know how you make time to clean the house or plan your weekend. Well, I’ve made time for some film watching and it reminded me that it’s something I need. I need my film time. So I carved out some time to watch some great films.
Pre-Bahrain I spent a fair amount of my weekends in Summer at the cinema. Well, maybe not weekends, but certainly a lot of Friday nights. See, I’m a sucker for blockbuster films.
Sure we get them here. But as I’ve mentioned before, films can tend to be cut. But you’re left guessing as to which films and what’s been cut. The safest thing for a film fan like myself to do is just see the film on the small screen. So while I wait for summer blockbusters, I catch up on other films.
It’s been such a long time since I mentioned anything film related on this blog. I’ve been wondering whether it fits in anymore here. But I tend to over think things. So to tell with the wondering and here’s the last five films I’ve seen. That are mostly not even recent releases.
In Nightcrawler we’re introduced to Lou Bloom, played by Jake Gyllenhaal. A one time petty theft, he falls into a new career. That of a Nightcrawler – a cameraman who spends his nights looking for the most gruesome and grisly of murders, thefts and other crimes. It’s pretty easy to see that what Lou is so hell-bent on getting is his money shot.
The few times I’ve attempted street photography have gone okay. Not spectacular failures, but I always miss that something that makes street photography what it is – capturing real emotion and seeing what the every day passerby doesn’t see. That takes some amount of time, patience and an intuition about people.
Vivian Maier was one of the most prolific street photographers, ever. She took thousands of photos. Thousands. But she wasn’t a photographer or a journalist. She was a nanny. Who apparently enjoyed photography very much.
All time is lost! I really was trying to keep myself awake while watching All Is Lost. But I was nodding off pretty furiously. Put this down to a combination of actually being tired, but mostly trying to maintain some level of concentration on a film that had nothing drawing me into it.
Watching Robert Redford bob around on the sea for just shy of two hours while every stranded-at-sea cliché is thrown at him got a little tiresome. I was okay with most of the clichés but then they just had to throw a shark in there. Well, a few sharks.
I get it. At the end he had to think he had lost everything to save himself. I get it. There was no feeling one way or another as to the outcome of Robert Redford’s character.
Save your time, watch Cast Away instead. Which is longer. But better.