Watching La grande bellezza , a film about aging, acceptance and the search for beauty, was a great experience in perspective and introspection as experienced by the viewer and by the film’s characters. The plot seemingly concentrates around Gep Garbardella, a writer. As the narrative unfolds, various subjectivities also unravel like his editor’s, his playwright friend and that of the women he seduces.
It’s a story of his life in search of beauty as a young man in love and as an older socialite in contemporary Rome. Sex, parties and death happen to people around him; he questions why and does not get any answers. Short of a reply, the film explores life with the beautiful backdrop of his life in the eternal city: in his beautifully decorated bedroom/library, on cobbled streets, decadent interiors of aristocratic residences and his beautiful rooftop terrace overlooking the city.
This beautiful film by Paolo Sorrentino is not typically Hollywood with predictable subplots of love and crime. Much like the questions brought up by everyday living, answers are hard to find but this is the point of the film. The search for beauty instigates exploration and development of ideas. It’s an introspective experience elegantly projected on the screen. One could be so lucky to see poetry as it unfolds.
Have you ever walked out of the theatre with the feeling that your mind has just been kicked around like a soccer ball? Well, until you grab take the giant escalator down at the Scotiabank Theatre. This current blog post is overdue but here it is, unapologetically late, and devoid of hype. God forbid that I blog about a non-trend on Twitter, right?
I must confess that watching a movie in the theatre requires a lot of coordination of schedules and logistics of public transport. However, the hassle was worth the entertainment value of Inception. The passage of time within each dream layer was confusing in a metaphysical way. At one point, I had to take a breather and make a list of the various dream situations that were taking place in different people’s psyches. A good return on invesment.
The optical illusions that were in the movie, like the infinite stairs, reminded me of Escher‘s surrealist drawings. What I found interesting about the experience is that as viewers, our lives outside of the context of the big room with 500 seats and a projection screen were on hold, which is a lot like dreaming. For the two hours and a half that I spent in the theatre, my own life’s worries were suspended.
Escher needs to be experienced first. No promises on my behalf to explain afterwards. (SPOILER ALERT: how come the kids are wearing the same clothes as in the dreams? Just saying.)
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