Sunday, May 10, 2009
Saw the 2nd half of Respiro last night. With Spanish subtitles. But I didn't need the subtitles to appreciate the rawness and the beauty. Or maybe it's the humidity here. The sweat pouring off my body. (am I male or female now?) Everything feels like a poem trying to climax. (on a different day I would have written "cum")
When Grazia releases all the stray dogs the men of the town stand on their rooftops and fire down with their rifles. The women mop the blood off the stone streets and sidewalks. She is crazy. She is crazy. And, yet, she seemed so normal.
This movie had me rattled. And then excited. And then worried and excited that Grazia might have sex with her son in the cave he hides her away in.
Maybe it's just the mood I'm in (and was in) but the ending was beautiful. Really beautiful. (James Iredell, I too, am a total "sentimentalist.")
A mass of legs kicking underwater. (shot from under).