Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Affected.

When people ask me whether a movie is good or not, I usually give them an answer with similar form and different specifics. This usually entails just running through the common analytical points of directing, acting, music, lighting and so on.

Yet, the ideas of “good” and “bad” seem inconsequential in most respects, for when I ask others that question, I usually prefer to say, “What did you think of it?” or “Did you like it?” This is because saying whether a movie is good or bad seems to treat it more like an essay, rather than a novel, rather than art. Sure, essays can be art. Most of the time, however, they aim to reach goals such as a passing grade or victory in an argument, whereas art often just attempts to share experiences and make deep connections.

As a result, I regard “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” to simply be an affecting film.

After seeing it, I could not function.

There is something about what that film projected to me that classifies it not necessarily above any other films, but at the very least separates it from many other endeavors by way of what it tries to accomplish and how it goes about doing so.

I have always been fascinated by the apparent struggle between the mind and the emotions. As a typical angry teenager, I eschewed most anything I believe did not stimulate the mind. If it did not make me think, it was crap.

Lately, I have been almost obsessed with the power of emotions and their obvious superiority in terms of control within the human body and spirit. Yes, one cannot do anything without the brain, but then again one generally does not do crazy things in the name of love because the brain told him or her it was a good idea.

Given this phenomenon fascination, which I study both externally and internally, when a film is able to penetrate so deeply into the realms of thought and emotion, disorienting me on both levels, I lose normal functioning skills.

This eradication of normalcy, by what I believe to be little to no amount of coincidence, is one of the most important aspects of the film.

Due to the aging anomaly and the circumstances of his upbringing, Benjamin Button remains oblivious to the most crippling of all labels and perceptions: the normal.

It is not just because he is “different,” although that is certainly part of it. In fact, he never really seems to stand out, despite his condition. He fits in with the residents of the convalescent home, even as a newborn manchild. He fits in with a hardcore sea captain, even with zero sea sailing experience. He fits in with any crowd like a stem cell, even though he is anything but a shapeshifter.

What makes him so unique is his near lack of any defining qualities. Of course, he ages backwards. Sure, he is courageous, trustworthy, noble.

Yet, he does not seem to have any particularly impressive skills. He does not express any particularly strong emotions or particularly deep thoughts.

He calls and accepts life as he sees it, perhaps even as it is, and always notices the importance of experiences as they are happening.

Since Benjamin has never been or seen anything ordinary, he is incapable of expectations, incapable of conclusions, incapable of judgment. He is free from the boundaries of society and self-doubt. To him, everybody and everything is truly different. Thus, normal is nothing.

Benjamin is free to just live life and experience experiences.

What is most inspiring is that he actually takes advantage of this blessing. He wanders about the world, never judging anything, but merely seeing what there is to be offered, seen, smelled, tasted, heard, felt.

Also, since Benjamin is who he is, his family, including his infinitely loving mother, never seem to be surprised or outraged at what he does. They may express concern about his wellbeing or loneliness in his absence, but they all realize that all of the exploration is simply his way.

Recently, I have been extremely focused on establishing an air of comfortability around those I come in contact with, whereby I want them to feel free to express themselves any way they want without feeling crazy/stupid/alone.

It is Benjamin’s ability to act as something of a blank slate, where one never judges and never gets judged, that I realized is one of my innermost desires in life and ties directly into the aforementioned recent focus. When I realized this near the end of the film, I began to internally melt and became overwhelmed by too many theoretically disparate emotions.

This was further exacerbated by my then recollection of the truly powerful emotional moments in the film.

When Benjamin and Daisy meet again just before they begin their new life together, they hug in a specific way wherein the most sensual and moving aspect of the action is how their necks interact. These neglected regions of intense sensitivity rub against each other like a mother comforts her child. From that point on, Benjamin and Daisy will no longer need anyone else as long as the relationship holds a certain (ephemeral) status, for they will now be each others’ sole caregivers.

Near the end of the film, Benjamin becomes a child with dementia. Most children forget what they are doing shortly after they do it. In his case, however, it seems as though he cannot even enjoy it as it is happening, let alone retain the memory of happiness. Heart-wrenching.

These scenes of intense emotional focus combine with the provocations of deep thought to make the film a difficult mesh of sensations, much like the confusion created by everyday life.

One can completely lose their center of gravity and sense of place in the world. Or, one can come away with a number of answered questions and reassurance about oneself. It all depends on how the film is absorbed, how it works its magic and how one lets it affect him or her.

For some, the illusion of time can be no better exemplified than in Benjamin’s explanation that his aging is not apparent to him, because when he looks in the mirror he sees the same eyes. Others might just see it as a nice tie-in to the motif of time so prevalent in the film or as another corny line in a dragging drama.

After much thought and feeling, however, the only conclusion I can really come to is that the movie is an experience.

Much like Benjamin ventures out into the world, collecting stories and meeting people without prejudice or any notion of the unusual, the film simply exists as another experience to add to one’s life repertoire.

Note: I have purposely not read any reviews or a full synopsis of the film prior to writing this. I say this not to brag, but to inform those who may see similarities in other interpretations of the film (I don’t know if they’re similar, but they might be), to keep in mind that I wrote this without any significant sway in opinion from an outside source. Thus, if something sounds stupid or plagiarized, well, sorry I guess.



Links: http://www.benjaminbutton.com/

http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/curious_case_of_benjamin_button/

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0421715/

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Hi, people.

Hi, people.

My name is Alec, and I created this blog to share things I find interesting with people I do not know. Sometimes it will be playlists, albums or single songs. Sometimes it will be a story. Sometimes it will just be scattered ideas I may have recently thought or heard.

For the first post, I figured I would just provide a link to the blog's namesake song - Can's "Bel Air." It is a roughly 20-minute adventure into the mystical, recorded by one of the greatest bands ever, German krautrock group Can. The track is simultaneously buoyant and forceful. They experiment with numerous genres, sometimes at the same time, transitioning between examples such as funk, post-rock and psychedelic without jarring the listener, thanks to the exceptional skill of every member of the band.

I could (theoretically) write a novel about this song and how great it is or how it makes me feel, but nothing would be able to describe how "Bel Air" warps the mind and spirit.

Enjoy.
http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?iztywztnhzt
(The file is a 360 kbps mp3 ripped with iTunes. I would post a better version, but I cannot find my CD right now.)