Nothing like getting out of the country–if even just for 2.45 hours through a letterbox window–to shake up how you see and think about various things.
What am I talking about here? Foreign fims.
I like foreign films because you don’t get all wrapped up in words. Words clutter. Clutter subtracts from the rest of everything: feelings, eye contact, reading expressions, touch.
If you can ignore the subtitles and still kinda follow a foreign film’s story, you get to study the people’s expressions and look through the foreign director’s camera-iffic eye.
For example, last night I went to see Patrice Leconte’s film Mon Meilleiur Ami, a fabulous piece about an arrogant art dealer who doesn’t “get” what real friendship is. Good flick. Dany Boon, Daniel Auteuil, Julie Gayet.
Some lines that stayed with me:
Some people cultivate others to use them for their own purposes. That is the opposite of true friendship.–Guy reading at a funeral.
Trailer for the movie Mon Meilleur Ami
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