Return to Paradise
Current mood: drained
Tonight, I stumbled upon a movie, quickly became hooked and wound up sitting on the floor in front of my TV completely glued and unable to move (with the exception of absently petting the brown dog that occasionally laid a football or a soft chin in my lap).
Return to Paradise - a film from 1998 starring Anne Heche, Joaquin Phoenix and Vince Vaughn.
I missed the first of the movie, but it didn't take too long to gather what was happening.
Several scenes served to once again prove the genius that is Joaquin Phoenix. One scene in particular served to leave me completely spent. Watching Joaquin, I couldn't help but feel what he must have felt as he made a last ditch effort to do what we all do - to cling to life, to try to live, to want for nothing more than another day to breathe. And the fashion in which he did it, amongst strangers and completely alone... it was... well, if you haven't seen the film, do so.
Another scene with Anne Heche was just as moving. Won't say too much in case you haven't seen it.
By the end of the movie, my heart felt heavy. Is that possible? I don't mean that to be poetic... I mean it literally. My heart, my limbs... I felt heavy. I was utterly drained. The movie drew me in and left me utterly drained.
As the credits rolled, my mind's eye wrote the rest of the story. It was one of those films lacking resolution. So, as a result, I felt no closure to the emotions that stood on end... I was left just as stunned and with just as many questions. I suppose to get up and move on, I had no choice but to write the ending for myself. So, in my head, I have the ending. And, kick me if you must, but my endings are generally happy (or at least happier). Wanna know how it ended for me? Rent it, watch it, ask me.
Even right now, some half hour later, I am struggled to free my mind of thoughts and scenes and lines. Kinda of a rough movie in that regard - one that stays with you. If it weren't 30 below outside tonight, I would take Beau out for a romp - it always makes me smile to watch him walk along.
Current mood: drained
Tonight, I stumbled upon a movie, quickly became hooked and wound up sitting on the floor in front of my TV completely glued and unable to move (with the exception of absently petting the brown dog that occasionally laid a football or a soft chin in my lap).
Return to Paradise - a film from 1998 starring Anne Heche, Joaquin Phoenix and Vince Vaughn.
I missed the first of the movie, but it didn't take too long to gather what was happening.
Several scenes served to once again prove the genius that is Joaquin Phoenix. One scene in particular served to leave me completely spent. Watching Joaquin, I couldn't help but feel what he must have felt as he made a last ditch effort to do what we all do - to cling to life, to try to live, to want for nothing more than another day to breathe. And the fashion in which he did it, amongst strangers and completely alone... it was... well, if you haven't seen the film, do so.
Another scene with Anne Heche was just as moving. Won't say too much in case you haven't seen it.
By the end of the movie, my heart felt heavy. Is that possible? I don't mean that to be poetic... I mean it literally. My heart, my limbs... I felt heavy. I was utterly drained. The movie drew me in and left me utterly drained.
As the credits rolled, my mind's eye wrote the rest of the story. It was one of those films lacking resolution. So, as a result, I felt no closure to the emotions that stood on end... I was left just as stunned and with just as many questions. I suppose to get up and move on, I had no choice but to write the ending for myself. So, in my head, I have the ending. And, kick me if you must, but my endings are generally happy (or at least happier). Wanna know how it ended for me? Rent it, watch it, ask me.
Even right now, some half hour later, I am struggled to free my mind of thoughts and scenes and lines. Kinda of a rough movie in that regard - one that stays with you. If it weren't 30 below outside tonight, I would take Beau out for a romp - it always makes me smile to watch him walk along.
posted by Doris @ 10:00 PM
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