Although these days, now that the school is finally out of the way, my main focus is to get the job I have been working for all those years, .....yet, I managed to "squeeze" couple of hours of "L'mour Fou"....the new documentary about Yves Saint Lauren, the late designer; right before another useless seminar about "How to do the perfect, bullet-proof resume" which I also swear to be the last one I will attend, since there is always the same non-sense, and reminds me of school, where everybody is an expert without credentials...or something like that...
"L'amour Fou" means "The Absurd Love".
"L'amour Fou" means "The Absurd Love".
First, I should tell you that never, I mean really never, read the movie reviews. Movies are art...everybody percepts it differently, everybody gets a slightly different message, and it are not mathematics, or statistics where it is what it is and where all of us read the exact same numbers...
Internet has given me, personally, magic, but what Internet did, also, democratized everything, even some things which were not meant to be democratized. For example: anyone can review a book or a movie. But not everyone is an expert, or at least has any credentials at all....A person who loves Blockbusters, and big, grand Hollywood productions, which are meant mainly for products placement, with hardly any message at all, but to which mostly everybody, of any race, status or sexual orientation can relate somehow and to which mostly everybody is happily buying a ticket, participating to the ROI of the movie, etc., it is not going to appreciate a smaller movie, with a lot of dialog and lesser action (see Woody Allen movies),...a movie with a deeper message at its core.....Not appreciating is one thing, fine (!), but reviewing it on Yahoo Movies or Fandango it is plain damaging....
And that's my intro for this post, because this is exactly what happen to this movie...and to similar others...
First, I would have seen it anyway because Yves Saint Lauren might, as well, be my favorite designer of all. Oh, this reminds me that I do not own anything at all from YSL, not even a small bracelets, wait,...not true! I'll take it back!....I just remembered that I have a gorgeous vintage silk scarf! Kk!..
Then, "j'aime le cinéma" and the Paris Theater, near the Central Park South is my favorite in the city. It is a dinosaur of the old times....petite, intimate, one film hall only, recently renovated, and the best left over crowd which still goes to the movies ...all the "oldies" from the 5th Ave, near by,....I have discovered it when I first moved to NY and lived in that neighborhood, and felt in the love with the place....I think that there was a risk at one point, before underwent renovation, to be closed. Luckily it escaped!...
It usually runs foreign, particularly French, or small artsy movies.
And, something very important, and quite problematic for me in the city, generally, is that there is a bike rack right around the corner...Voilà!
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| Today, at the Paris Theater with my bike |
The movie is excellent (That's my review!) and it definitely made me ask myself a lot of psychological questions, which I cannot ask here due to some very controversial undeline of it....yeah....
This is the kind of movie "made for" this petite, old time theater....As long as they still make those kind of movies (and you can count on the French for it!) Paris Theater needs to exist, because those movies just don't "show" well in those multiplex, behemoths theaters...It would be like having an Opera staged on the stadium under the free sky, on a hot summer night, like a Rock Concert...it's just not happening....
