If anyone has seen the list of movies I've watched, it's quite long. I was wondering why I love the fillums so much, and what exactly I love about them.
The camera captures things that in real life may seem ordinary... trees swaying in the breeze, snow swirling down from a steel gray sky, the setting sun rippling across silver dark water, a woman's hair blowing in the wind, the vastness of the road and sky... and adds something [to be trite] magical and otherworldly, unattainable.
And of course adds a haunting, beautiful soundtrack to increase the evocative feeling. The world becomes familiar yet filled with wonder and meaning. Symbolism and nostalgia are rife, and you wish wholly with your body that you could be there to experience the moment with all five senses instead of just two.
Of course most movies focus on people instead of nature, but even there it's that fine line between familiar and profound. People in movies say things we would always wish we had the courage to say or things we wish we had said to us by others. People in movies are flawed, yes, but they are also profoundly articulate with either their speech or emotions, expressing things we are too timid and ordinary to express.
Somehow, that rage, that grief, that bliss seems almost tangible where ours fades in comparison, twisted with other complicated, unnamed emotions. With a majority of movies there is a sense, if not of black and white, right and wrong, of one side's rightness and the other side's pettiness, allowing us to feel pure emotions and sympathies, not the muddled sensations of real life. Pure anger, pure happiness, pure love.
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