And on a side note: a couple of weeks ago I recorded Terrence Malick’s The New World, and yesterday I finally sat down to watch it. It’s always been two ways with me and his films. Either I love them because they see everything through purity (Badlands) or I hate them because they bore me like few other things can (The Thin Red Line). The New World answers the question what cinema is for. This is 135 minutes of stunning beauty and emotions that go far beyond words. If this sounds boring to you, don’t watch it. But I loved every second and made me happy that I – once upon a time – studied cinema. Now I am not one to throw the word ‘masterpiece’ around, but I am certain that The New World is one. Now I really want to watch Tree of Life that I cheekily missed when it ran the theatres.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Klimt
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