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Day 99: Umbrellas of Cherbourg

Umbrellas of Cherbourg w/ Catherine Denevue

In keeping with my theme of love and song, I decided to watch Umbrellas of Cherbourg. My friend has repeatedly insisted that I watch this because it claims to be one of the most romantic films on the face of the Earth. Okay, I’m exaggerating but truthfully, it’s incredibly romantic. If life was lived through music, this would be it. It’s entirely  played with song, more than musical, almost an opera. It’s a tragic story of love lost and love found. I wanted to be completely in tune, so subtitles were off for me.

What’s remarkable about this film is that it allows the audience to want and yearn for Guy’s and Genevieve’s relationship. While we set up our expectations, we’re left with the truth that they are in fact married to someone else…and what’s worse, is that they’re happy. I’ll be damned if I said I didn’t expect a happy ending, but it was…just not the typical happy ending. What makes this film touch home is that that it allows to understand the complexities of life and what we choose to accept. Yes, we want Guy and  Genevieve together, but it’s not where their fate lies. So maybe that’s something we can tuck away in our pocket while we whisk ourselves away to Paris.

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Day 47: I’m Here – A Love Story in an Absolut World

I'm Here

Probably the quirkiest of them all, this somehow truly exhibited some of the best human emotion in robotic form. The saying “I’d do anything for you” was an endearing premise throughout the film. We say we would but what does that really mean? As robots, he literally gave her everything he had. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t tear up. It’s interesting how Spike Jonze left everything but their eyes to be humanized. After all, the eyes are the windows to your soul. So maybe Jonze wanted to narrate the story with through our windows. Maybe if we look past all the superficial bullshit we surround our concepts of love, what remains is truly the only things we need – our souls. We often relish more than what we truly need, some good soul. Hence the term soul mates?

It’s a short film but it’s fucking beautiful. Actually, it’s pretty fucking cool if you ask me. Here’s the film if you’re interested.

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Day 25: Ghost

Ghost w/ Patrick Swayze & Demi Moore

OHHHH MAANNNN, 25 movies down! I’d be lying to say if I wasn’t in the least bit excited. I started to doubt myself in my “teens.” But now that I’m finally here, there’s some more will power to exhaust. Thanks for all the recommendations, but the movie I decided to watch was Ghost.  If you haven’t seen Ghost and not shed a tear, I’m rendering you as soulless. Aside from the fact that it was about Patrick Swayze’s ghost, it really is a heart-felt movie. Whoopi was fabulous, her snark made the movie less gushy than it already was. Demi Moore was great at crying, I mean you really couldn’t have ask for more. Yes, I cried. I cried a lot. There’s something utterly romantic about hearing the Rightous Brother’s “Unchained Melody.” It’s kind of daunting in some ways.

Oddly enough, this was the only movie so far that has made me believe in love. I can’t even give you a good reason, maybe it’s purely because it did let me escape in the most absurdest way.  The cheesiest moments had me melting like a popsicle on the fourth of July. The pottery scene makes you want to play with some clay, no joke. There was something forgiving in the way Sam couldn’t tell Molly he loved her. I think it was because his actions did speak louder in words. I’m so used to thinking if you can’t say it out loud then it doesn’t exist. I guess, this is an exception. Exceptions, I already know the perfect movie to help elaborate that concept. Anyways, Ghost may not be everyone’s cup of tea. But I absolutely adored it. Considering it was made in early 90’s, the effects weren’t horrible nor was the plot line. I’d completely recommend.

“Ditto.”

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Day 4: Timer

TiMER w/ Emma Caulfield

The purpose of this blog has seeped into my life. Talking about this blog has made others explore with me some different perspectives. Like for instance, men seemed to mentioned/recommend movies that were perceived at a grander scale – they recommended films like Titanic or Avatar. Yes, both blockbusters but both have really grandeur gestures as to what love could depict. From females, I’ve noticed the recommendations often are followed by the way they felt, and how emotionally attached they were to the relationship that was being shown. It was about the gestures but it was also about the deeper meaning of said love. Anyways, I digress..

I had a hard time digesting the movie, essentially it was because I knew it was going to be sweet and I already was bitter. But, the ending indeed was better than I expected. It translated a hypothetical device into something relatable. The movie in a nutshell is making the process of finding your true life extremely scientific. Easier said than done. Allowing me to control the process? Take the guess work out of love? Hell yes? Guess what, you’re still going to be sad. The whole point of TiMER is realizing that sometimes finding love is  based on time. Not even ten minutes in, the protagonist, Oona,  realized, through TiMer, that her and her potential man aren’t meant to be because he needs exactly two years before he’s ready for “forever.”

Well, fuck that. The only thing I see wrong about this is that you’re setting unsettling expectations on things and relationships that haven’t exactly had time to grow. Life is about the detours. What a sad grasp on reality for who inevitably thought, “hey, this could be the one.” Your motives change over time, you start redefining your standards. From “hanging out” to ” I don’t like titles,” to “it’s not about the chemistry in the beginning, right? He’s a nice guy.” If you’re anything like me, the reason why I hate this element of time is because I am one of those people who like control. Not, let’s get dictator on you, control. But rather, “I like to how far I can throw a ball” type of control. And yes, that means I’m overtly analytical about any existing relationships I might have with the opposite sex. Basically, I just introduced myself as complicated. I hate the time aspect but need the control. Both contradicting themes. I think that’s why I related so much to Oona. It’s when she starts to overanalyze every aspect of her love  life that’s when everything just doesn’t seem right, despite how awesomely hot her side boo is. The purpose of these timers for Oona at least, was the fact that it was a guarantee. A guarantee that her soul mate wouldn’t leave. *Sigh, Cinderella definitely didn’t tell me that. “She was beautiful, she was complicated.”

“Aren’t I guaranteed to like my one? Isn’t that the point?” “Oh no, not necessarily.”

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