the world holds secrets. secrets we will never know.
they lie there, warm, cosy, hidden away, but what about me? can i not know them? can i not hear their cries, their joy, their pain?
all is so silent.
it kills me! - that silence - it kills me! - The Silence - it kills me! - Silence.
those leaves - they love to leave. i hold onto them, pulling them close, but they crumble away in my arms, their…
this image, the one in your hand, is of a star.
this star, the one on the painting, which is in your hand, is a symbol of the fading aura of the artists talent, of their genius.
well, perhaps it could be that (what you say it is), but i believe it to be as such. yes, as explained above. no matter whether the painting is within your hands.
how could that make your opinion more valid?
if we are…
just saw this at the London Film Festival. i’m beyond blown away.
what seems most important lies at the heart of this masterpiece is a poignant portrayal of broken dreams and their attachment to the very foundations of our psyche.
the word ‘dream’ is so often thrown around, and is most of all often commonplace, stereotypically so, when attributed with careers in the arts. but is this idea of a dream not dangerous in itself, despite the fact it is…
i quite possibly just had the best cinema experience of my entire life.
in the words - ish - of Lesley Sharp:
Naked is a film about people looking for something that just ‘doesn’t fucking exist’.
throughout this film there are people with solipsistic, naturalistic, humanistic, and nihilistic views, yet none of that means anything, as, in the end, one thing remains clear:
none of these people truly know who they are.
the question of the meaning of our dull…
