beauty in two hours.
written: 9:21 p.m. on Monday, Apr. 11, 2005

I'm so in love with this ethereal, beautiful and profound film which I had the luxury of watching today that I can't contain it. 3 Iron. It's amazing and moving, and the greatest testament to this? I cried when it ended.

Of course, when I say 'cried', I don't mean bawled, tears rolling down the cheek, things like that. What I mean is, it was more than the usual catch-in-the-throat and dryness of the eyes; I had actual tears in my eyes because it was so beautiful.

Maybe it's because I identified with it, how we're all really just empty houses waiting for human occupancy to fill us up; how the male protagonist drifts from empty house to empty house, perpetually cut off from the real world; his solitude, that kindness of the heart and how he's so misunderstood; and then there's that ephemeral connection between the male and the female characters, how they're able to communicate without the use of speech.

God, it's beautiful. I don't even know what to say anymore, except that...it's beautiful.

How nice it is sometimes, that a film as rare and gorgeous as 3 Iron helps you escape from the mundaneness that is your own life, if only for a couple of hours. But those couple of hours were so astounding and breath-taking that I'm glad it was that and not nothing at all.

I have to get it on DVD, no matter how much it costs me. Films don't get any better than this, I swear, considering how I'm hardly moved by movies anymore because so many of them are all the same: banal, rehashed, overdone. Hollywood is shit. Let's all turn to Asian cinema, thank you.

before sunrise // before sunset


Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010