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30.9.04
say something human.
i've just seen trainspotting. it was fucking incredible (please excuse me if i swear alot, i am one of those assholes that is devoid of sufficient vocabulary to express their views lucidly)
i am the most inspired i've been in a long, long time.
let me start with the voices. not only was the complete harsh corrugated edinburgh accent a completely isolated shiver, but ewan mcgregor's narrative voice perfectly portrays the flicking language of the beginning and end.
screw his voice man, ewan mccregor. what an actor. i mean shit, i knew he was good but lord above. to start, just the way his bones hang when he lies down and his denim legs fold up like there isnt a person inside is awesome. his hands when he comes out of that fucking toilet. his utter silence sometimes is just so venomously perfect that you have to actually remember to breathe. his conviction when saying the most non-descript lines. his infinite fucking empathy. i cant even begin to comprehend acting that well. i mean, as the student of a nowhere-near average abstract-based teahcer, i know acting and ideas. and i am no mean actor. not my a loooooooooong stretch of the imagination, but ideas, ideas are what i have. and now its like a plethora has suddenly opened up. i can't stop with my ideas right now.
the film is awesome. i am running out of words meaning 'very good'.
the completely discarded characters. jesus. like when spud is sent to prison. he is in prison, man. he is fucking gone. it is so well done. its hard for me to write down all of it. when bigsby smashes a girls face up, the guy in the pub it looks so unreal but then you think - fuck, actually, that is what its like. unreality is the ultimate reality. thats humans for you. and that, that is what this film is dealing with. ok, granted some of it is funny, some is disgusting (i never want to even see a drug again) but that is it. "say something human." that is what this fucking drug does to you. "take the best orgasm youve ever had and times it my 10 000.." yes, but that for humanity?
no fucking thanks.
the recovery too. uplifiting is not the word.
every detail down to the masked baby and the fucking stains on the ceiling are perfection.
the scenes of blank colour and four, six, two, one bodies are the most incredible thing ive seen. pulp fiction times 100000000000. when the train goes past, when they walk, the first diana part, the fucking non-constipated part!!...just oh god!
tommy dying. and that little kitten. the screaming. the crying of sick boy.
i think this could be one of those awfully rare things that can change a person.
if you can get past the having close ups, then WATCH THIS FUCKING FILM.
whispered by killa b at 10:33 PM |
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