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| "Let me show you to your seat." |
Denis Villeneuve's movie was, as I expected, very much its own thing -- focused on his particular concerns and obsessions, utilizing and subverting stock-and-trade narratives in a manner that has become peculiar to Villeneuve, and recognizably so. While watching I thought it somewhat unfair to compare and contrast his film with Ridley Scott's from 35 years ago -- a film that subsequently dictated the visual grammar of Western cinema and became, for many, passionately loved not just despite its narrative flaws but because of them.
Still, Scott's is the property Villeneuve agreed to work with, so comparisons aren't just inevitable, I think they are called for. Here are a few of my own -- with NO SPOILERS (yet).
The aesthetic: Scott's Blade Runner aesthetic is arguably the tipping-point for the hesitant fan.
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| You know it. You LOVE it. Los Angeles, 2019!! |
The rest of us stayed put. Scott's future was vibrant . . .
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| Mezcal, with extra worms. |
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| "Help me with the dishes, will ya?" |
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| "Walmart says they need my student transcript..." |
Film score: Vangelis' original score was the stuff of legend, in large part because it was decades before anybody could get a copy to play on the home stereo. 2049's score by Hans Zimmer and Benjamin Wallfinch can be streamed at your immediate convenience. Odds are you won't play it at the eardrum-shredding volumes we endured in the theatre -- even so, none of the tracks are likely to become ubiquitous at Manhattan Ayahuasca ceremonies. This, too, serves Villeneuve's story well, as Vangelis' did Scott's, so I will declare this comparison a "tie."
Story: both films retell the Pinocchio story. But there are twists.
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A minor point among many that need to be pointed out. ****minor spoiler alert of no consequence****. The bees. Did you see ANY flowers about to provide the multiple hives? Were the bees replicants? Was there some sort of symbolism that escaped this viewer? Again, where was the nectar source in such a dusty,sunless, otherwise lifeless landscape?
Yeah, those bees bugged me too. As did a vegetation-less Earth. No greenery, no oxygen -- No?
Appears to be at the little neighborhood theater for a couple more days. Might go ahead and do it.
That is indeed a wee theater. I expect they're paying a premium to show it, so attending merely as a show of support to your local small business is all the justification you need. Plus, it's a movie worth seeing -- on screens larger than you get at home.
Good point. They do deserve the patronage. S. and I saw the Ian McKellen movie Mr. Holmes there a couple of years ago — the only time I’ve been, I’m afraid. It’s cozy, very much to my taste. Rarely managed to get her out to a film, though; and this year, as we ground to a halt and after, have hardly been aware of what’s showing at all. (Not to say I’m lonely & miserable. Much else to be preoccupied with!)
Well, next screening is in a couple of hours, and I needed to walk over to the Trader Joe (also on that side of the neighborhood, more or less) at some point anyway. I guess it’s a plan.
Made it today, the 11:00 matinee, rather than yesterday afternoon. One other fellow (a fellow freelancer, I’d bet) in the room watching with me. Glad I went, though it’s kind of a weird way to see a film. (You don’t really want to sit in the dark for 2 1/2 hours and then come out into a bright fall midday, for one thing.) I played some of the first movie on Amazon yesterday; might managed to finish it today or tomorrow. Kind of wish I had more bandwidth for this right now.
I LOVE coming out in the bright sunlight, always have. I suspect it's tied in with the thrill of movies as taboo. "What if the Lord should return..." etc. Might as well catch me at a matinee! My family thinks I'm cracked, of course. I gather matinee shows are an enthusiasm I share with Woody Allen. Perhaps abject shame is indeed called for.
And of course the lower the sun gets the lower my IQ gets, particularly as the years acrue.
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