Wednesday, 13 August 2008

• When Making Up is All the Fun

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  “Whenever I fall out of love, I go jogging. It takes away the excess water and I have no tears left to shed.” (Chunking Express) That scene where he leaves behind his reminder from the past, and as he walks away, the pager rings on the barbed wire where he clipped it. He pauses, walks back slowly (you’re thinking is he going to make it?) grabs the device and races out of the stadium. Awesome. It isn’t what happens in the movie, it’s how the players comprehend the action.

  I love the way the man holds his hurt close to himself through everything he owns. He can’t bear to see he’s falling apart so he comforts the house instead. He holds the dripping cloth he has just washed, and says to it, “You shouldn’t cry for her now that she’s gone,” before hanging it out to dry. And he looks at the soap with concern, “Why, you look so thin these days! You shouldn’t stop looking after yourself just because she left you.”

  And in Faye I see a bit of myself – how she turns the music up and just lets herself be rhythm to stop herself from thinking, and how she’d rather be intimate subtly that say it out in the open. The last scene was classic, here are two people who never face anything straight-up, and they meet each other again with their hearts on their sleeves: she is dressed as the woman he loved in the past, and he is being her old life: behind the counter, listening to loud music. And just when you think this is going to go on for a hundred years, with very gentle playing, they manage to say everything without saying anything at all.

   

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