Two days in a row, Europe On Screen, 8 movies in total, 4 in a row each day during the first weekend of May. Plus one on Monday. My record so far is 5 movies in a week when Adi and Ois and Ile had a visit in Jakarta last January, so I guess I just broke it. I was interrupted by the Manila assignment, so I lost Delicacy and The Hunt and some others, but I resumed on Sunday, with two more movies. A total of eleven movies in two weeks. Not so bad.
Let's see what I've watched these last weeks:
1. Tom Sawyer - Goethe Haus [Germany]
2. Clara - Italian Inst [Switzerland]
3. Gilded Cage - Erasmus Huis [French]
4. Love is all you need - Erasmus Huis [Danish]
5. Alfie little werewolf - Goethe Haus [Dutch]
6. Klitcshko - Goethe Haus [Ukraina]
7. The final cut - Goethe Haus [Hungary]
8. Philomena - Goethe Haus [British]
9. I want you - Erasmus Huis [Spanish]
10. The eternal return of Antonis Paraskevas - Italian Inst [Greek]
11. My best enemy - Goethe Haus [Austria]
I must say, Philomena is the best, followed by Gilded Cage and My Best Enemy. Klitcshko is surprisingly not boring, and Alfie is great too, with strong characters. Clara? Nice one, but bad experience in Italia Inst, because the screen and sound system is really inconvenient.
Klitcshko, is rather emotional to me. The Chernobyl, the downfall of the Soviet Union: glasnost and perestroika, these were on the world news during my childhood. These K brothers are people of my age, we share same world historical period. Newspaper during my time, my readings, I shared similar news with the ones they read those years.
I remember the same feeling watching the historical pictures on this movie with the feeling when I visited Berlin. About the fall of the Berlin Wall. The world had been changed so fast within a blink of an eye, if hyperbolic is allowed. And I, the world's citizen, witnessed the period, live in that period.
Besides, it is a movie about the life of two great boxers. I remember my father so much. He was crazy about boxing. When there's boxing on the television, no one would dare to ask him to be away, not even an inch from the television. How he commented on a boxer's jab, or stupid strategy, or stamina. How he screamed or yelled or rolled and or goggled his eyes when his favorite boxer did a mistake or missed a target. "That's it! Hit him! Beat him! Use your right jab, stupid! Knock him out! Aargh!!!", were so normal those days when there was a boxing match on the television.
Back to the story line, the brothers mention in that documentary that their mother is their sun, and they are the satellites. It struck me a chord. I suddenly had this thought, that I am a lonely planet, figuratively, since my sun is not there anymore. All in a sudden. And I realized, not just a lonely planet, I am an orphan, no father and no mother.
I've been thinking about them a lot these days. Dad's birthday was 23rd of March and Mom's birthday was 22nd of April, so their birthdays were only a month apart. And to face the reality that we remember their birthdays, two months in a row without the presence of any of them, hurts.
I didn't write anything about it. Nor did I put sentimental status on my Facebook, Twitter or the likes. Not during their birthdays, not during Mother's Day.
No. It's my feeling, my personal loss, my wound. I suppose no one likes to expose their wound in front of others. Err, well some exhibitionist extrovert might like to do so to attract attention [more than enough evidence of this in the Facebook]. But I am an introverted person and I would never want people pitying me or say sorry or so. Or they become melancholic about my story. I rarely feel the needs.
If I am a lonely planet, then there I am. I have no need to announce it to the world. What would I expect from making it a public statement and public consumption? Useless for them, useless for me. So..I wouldn't want to waste my already deficit time stock on that. Writing them is better, at least I spit it out from my mind. And my brain cells can work on something else more useful. For me, for others.
(4 + 11 May 2014 Post )
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