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| Vincent Van Gogh "The Starry Night" |
major delayed reaction.
i know.
i know.
the recurring concept of a golden age is irrefutably, one of the main concepts of this film. and can i say, this script is brilliant. An obvious differentiation from other hollywood movies. no offence here, but there's no denying that hollywood directors or writers have a certain modus operandi, which is inevitable because they have the box offices to take care of. dilemma big time. it's hard to get the best of both worlds.
no soap opera going on in this film, it's like a journey, a stroll taken down the streets of Paris, at midnight. This is also the bulk of the film, by the way. How it started and transpires...and ended.
Aspiring writer goes to Paris with fiancée fell in love with the beautiful city, couple took a few city tours with a couple of friends (okay i'm repeating myself), pompous male friend attempts to impress females (and succeeds), writer feels tiny and depressed, writer takes occasional walk at midnight in the city and got picked up by an antique motorcar, then writer realises he is surrounded by amazing artists and writers from a century ago, he haves fun and thinks this is the golden age he wants, he wants to show his fiancée this amazing encounter, attempt fails and so does the relationship between them (due to a woman he met in his golden age), but writer stayed on in Paris, dejected by what exactly is the golden age, and then eventually he seems to find the blossoming of another relationship.
people are innately nostalgic, don't you think? We look back so often, recalling how happy memories were, and neglect what's happening right now in front of us. but isn't every moment now going to become a thing of the past, just this moment as i am typing the next alphabet out?
i guess there's comfort is the past, just the thought of what already happened, the experiences that we've already gone through, helps us select what we want to remember. There's knowledge of the past so we choose to retain the ones we prefer. and so they're memorable and we keep going back to relish on them.
So Pender wants to go back to Adriana's era; Adriana wants to go back to Renaissance period, and this chain just goes on and on.
I've also thought about how would it be like if i were to be born 10 or 20 years ago, i think i would fit well though. but i'll still be a freak back then, like doing avant-grade stuff, things along that line.
But that's the way things go, there's only ways to keep going but none to reverse.
golden age seems to be a literary phrase in this light. probably the closest we can get, is to find the golden age we want in another living person. someone who shares your passion and knows what you are thinking of without even having to speak, sounds like love to me~!
like how Pender found Gabrielle at the end. adore the rain scene, makes everything blurry but pretty.
love doesn't accommodate sanity and clear-headedness, isn't it?
people are innately nostalgic, don't you think? We look back so often, recalling how happy memories were, and neglect what's happening right now in front of us. but isn't every moment now going to become a thing of the past, just this moment as i am typing the next alphabet out?
i guess there's comfort is the past, just the thought of what already happened, the experiences that we've already gone through, helps us select what we want to remember. There's knowledge of the past so we choose to retain the ones we prefer. and so they're memorable and we keep going back to relish on them.
So Pender wants to go back to Adriana's era; Adriana wants to go back to Renaissance period, and this chain just goes on and on.
I've also thought about how would it be like if i were to be born 10 or 20 years ago, i think i would fit well though. but i'll still be a freak back then, like doing avant-grade stuff, things along that line.
But that's the way things go, there's only ways to keep going but none to reverse.
like how Pender found Gabrielle at the end. adore the rain scene, makes everything blurry but pretty.
love doesn't accommodate sanity and clear-headedness, isn't it?
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