This film felt different from many angles. First the music was intriguing as well as different: not quite a musical and more like a Hymn or meditation through music through life it breathes another dimension into the ordinary, a homeless man's day and those he meets. Tralala is a musical is like clapping a beat, or adding boots and cats to rhyme and he takes this as his name. He, homeless. He, lost. He like a dice roll drifts and finds something in the small and unseen in our lives we might usually overlook.
Another dimension and I have the feeling of uncertainty with breathing and letting go. As an audience member I wasn't prepared to take another's perspective that like a bomb Tralala is the devil's advocate. I didn't want to determine the meaning. It felt right to ket the film have an organic, fecund and less organized moment in my life. To breathe and not judge was what I was taking from Tralala.
I also felt unsure that his appearance was anything but chance. Were these his family and friends who had wanted Pat from 29 years ago and he couldn't walk in his shoes or was he a healer walking in to heal the lost time and grief that had remained stake and for too long having heavy around the necks of loved ones seeking Pat for confirmation of their lives and their connections to community and each other?
Uncertainty added dimension and took from the one who tried to destroy the film experience for me. Was this also part of Lourdes miracle or pilgrimage? Was this a journey I wouldn't take but still open me to breathing and organic life where experience needs flexibility and less determined goal oriented experiences?
Tralala stated he couldn't meet the expectations to stay in a stable relationship and a home, or fixed community address. He had spent 20 years without a fixed residence. How could he change? He needed to roam and leave. Was this Pat also? Did Pat leave to explore the unknown because he couldn't follow in the footsteps of others submitting and committing to the social values in his home community?
Disco in this film added more dimension and another angle. The loss and the new, rap or hip hop for another generation, was still mourned. The dance music and shared moves as well as light and pleasure was mourned. Where had disco gone for this generation and should older people feel shamed of their age and needs to express themselves through their generation, disco and dance?
Encouraging older people to dance for therapy, neurobiology and , for example, improving quality of life for dementia patients learning steps to exercise the mind with the body and improve feelings like reward (Dopamine and serotonin) is important. To lose playfulness and music through the aging process is almost a letting go or giving in to the wrong perspective: that older people aren't attractive or should feel shamed for dancing and singing their cultural generation.
Not the waltz, this is disco!
This film allowed me to explore interpretation rather than hold on the one meaning.
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