... can cross that line. Said to all who forgot it or like do deny.
What remains when happiness disappears and you're willing not to fake yourself but then faking yourself with shootings in which 'the others' die instantly without a scream and your gun is always loaded?
I once held a drawn bow in my hand and know how a loaded weapon changes the feeling of the own body. Jodie Foster knows it and although she had inscribed her face to a character who makes use of the light trigger she always makes clear that this is not the only way. The movie shows full respect from different views to this fundamental issue by leaving enough silence to become aware about the movie in spectator's brain.
The story seems only like a muzzy frame disintegrating itself when ever it is possible while "making a movie".
Every single human being has to figure out how to live with fear - how to live at all, even "with a grudge". That's hard, yes.
What can happen when some of the best meet and do their best to make art out of a "kind-of-standard-topic" using the financial power, knowledge and the equipment of the worlds most famous entertainment industries? You can see it when watching "The Brave One". The story disappears more and more every time I watch this magnificent work, but what I see still grips me tight and I feel my face getting wet. Mostly silent. Listen to Jodie Foster's voice during the 2 minutes (from the last caller on) when the first of her shots is heard again and Erica leaves the studio at 1:14:25. Emily Dickinsons poem Death" spoken with a dark voice while putting gloves on - ennobled by a touch of music - just as she is called by name on the street in the night, between the last time she rather voiceless had tried to be received by a police officer and then calling the new friend on the phone in the night while waiting for the next one to kill. Anyway.
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In my mind "The Brave One" is already far beyond questions about law or morality. There is no cheat code and no ace up my sleeve. Even if I think so. But then a reminder asks me to listen again carefully how heart and brain sound together.
Some thankful words to Ene Oloja: Without you this film was simply impossible. Although this is only a story someone with open eyes had to wipe up the blood. God is a woman.
How to come to an end? Simply stop writing and post the lines to where it's intended to.
And forget about Erica Bain - if I can.
What remains when happiness disappears and you're willing not to fake yourself but then faking yourself with shootings in which 'the others' die instantly without a scream and your gun is always loaded?
I once held a drawn bow in my hand and know how a loaded weapon changes the feeling of the own body. Jodie Foster knows it and although she had inscribed her face to a character who makes use of the light trigger she always makes clear that this is not the only way. The movie shows full respect from different views to this fundamental issue by leaving enough silence to become aware about the movie in spectator's brain.
The story seems only like a muzzy frame disintegrating itself when ever it is possible while "making a movie".
Every single human being has to figure out how to live with fear - how to live at all, even "with a grudge". That's hard, yes.
What can happen when some of the best meet and do their best to make art out of a "kind-of-standard-topic" using the financial power, knowledge and the equipment of the worlds most famous entertainment industries? You can see it when watching "The Brave One". The story disappears more and more every time I watch this magnificent work, but what I see still grips me tight and I feel my face getting wet. Mostly silent. Listen to Jodie Foster's voice during the 2 minutes (from the last caller on) when the first of her shots is heard again and Erica leaves the studio at 1:14:25. Emily Dickinsons poem Death" spoken with a dark voice while putting gloves on - ennobled by a touch of music - just as she is called by name on the street in the night, between the last time she rather voiceless had tried to be received by a police officer and then calling the new friend on the phone in the night while waiting for the next one to kill. Anyway.
~ * ~
In my mind "The Brave One" is already far beyond questions about law or morality. There is no cheat code and no ace up my sleeve. Even if I think so. But then a reminder asks me to listen again carefully how heart and brain sound together.
Some thankful words to Ene Oloja: Without you this film was simply impossible. Although this is only a story someone with open eyes had to wipe up the blood. God is a woman.
How to come to an end? Simply stop writing and post the lines to where it's intended to.
And forget about Erica Bain - if I can.