Predicament
Friday, April 21, 2006
Predicament
(Please bear with my random flow of thoughts in this entry.I bet the kick to the head during the frisbee game mustve gotten to me.I cannot stop blogging)
I couldnt help it,when i was flipping through the pages of the script to The Hours,thinking about those powerful scenes in text form,going through my head as i flipped those pages.It was amazing,to see a miniture sized Meryl Streep in my head acting out my favourite scene all over again in my head,in the middle of Kinokuniya last Saturday.
Therefore,i took it off my shelf and watched that very scene again,when Louis Waters visits Clarissa while she is halfway through the preparation of Richard's party,when she 'unravelled',and had this predicament in the middle of the kitchen in front of her stove,where she broke down and wept.It was my favourite scene from the movie,the most powerful movie.I felt as if everything in the movie,just every aspect of the movie,could be seen through her eyes.Every stare,every glare,every look she gave to anybody and anything in that very scene,all of those amounted to what the director,what Michael Cunningham had in mind.It was just a beautifully made piece of film,with that flawless scene right there.
Then i was wondering,as i sat watching that scene twice in a row.To live in a lie,i wonder what that sort of feeling is like.When enlightened,in a way,by Richard during her visit to his,did she realise the truth behind his party,her party,her life.Mrs Dalloway,he called her.How the same character in Virginia Woolf's book also prepared for a party,and ended up suffering from a mental breakdown.
For whom did she hold the party for?Was it for Richard,really?Or was it for herself,to satisfy herself in a sub-conscious way?To know that all your life,the sacrifises you made,all those things you thought were so selfless,so giving,all came down to you being selfish,without you actually knowing it.Isnt it a scary thing,worthy enough to cry for,to hate,to die for?
Are we all unravelling,are we all facing some sort of predicament?What of the hours,then?Always,the hours.
(Please bear with my random flow of thoughts in this entry.I bet the kick to the head during the frisbee game mustve gotten to me.I cannot stop blogging)
I couldnt help it,when i was flipping through the pages of the script to The Hours,thinking about those powerful scenes in text form,going through my head as i flipped those pages.It was amazing,to see a miniture sized Meryl Streep in my head acting out my favourite scene all over again in my head,in the middle of Kinokuniya last Saturday.
Therefore,i took it off my shelf and watched that very scene again,when Louis Waters visits Clarissa while she is halfway through the preparation of Richard's party,when she 'unravelled',and had this predicament in the middle of the kitchen in front of her stove,where she broke down and wept.It was my favourite scene from the movie,the most powerful movie.I felt as if everything in the movie,just every aspect of the movie,could be seen through her eyes.Every stare,every glare,every look she gave to anybody and anything in that very scene,all of those amounted to what the director,what Michael Cunningham had in mind.It was just a beautifully made piece of film,with that flawless scene right there.
Then i was wondering,as i sat watching that scene twice in a row.To live in a lie,i wonder what that sort of feeling is like.When enlightened,in a way,by Richard during her visit to his,did she realise the truth behind his party,her party,her life.Mrs Dalloway,he called her.How the same character in Virginia Woolf's book also prepared for a party,and ended up suffering from a mental breakdown.
For whom did she hold the party for?Was it for Richard,really?Or was it for herself,to satisfy herself in a sub-conscious way?To know that all your life,the sacrifises you made,all those things you thought were so selfless,so giving,all came down to you being selfish,without you actually knowing it.Isnt it a scary thing,worthy enough to cry for,to hate,to die for?
Are we all unravelling,are we all facing some sort of predicament?What of the hours,then?Always,the hours.
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