Ahh, I just finished watching this movie recommended by Meredith called Off the Map. It was spectacular. Stunning scenery, original, great characters, and the movie as a whole makes me feel like I'm bubbling over with... liveliness.
And there was something noteworthy about all the things I've been feeding my brain via my eyeballs. Over christmas break I read 5 novels and all of them has at least loose affiliations with Christianity, but 4 of the 5 were almost based on Christian stories and themes. All were critical of the potential for inherent mindlessness in organized religion, but they were all mindful with their critiques. Now I've been on a movie kick, as I signed up for netflix and there is another serious thread of commonality. Instead of critiques of Christianity, the movies have all contained displays of art. In Me and You and Everyone We Know it was multimedia forms, in Born into Brothels it was photography, in The Aristocrats it was performance art, and in the most recent Off the Map it was watercolor artwork.
But wow, what a buzz. Off the Map was such a slow movie, it gave you so much time to sit and think about what was happening that it just builds and builds in you. And where lesser films may have gone for a big punch at the end, this one ended so simply, so effortlessly, that I can't help feeling a kind of rich, mellow satisfaction.
Great stuff.
Next post will be a story.
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