Deeper into movies.
I produced this short and also held a boom mic. We all worked very hard on this and you can watch it here: youtu.be/rTGZTGm9ovM?si=jBFYDUNKxkrY6Qol
I produced this short and also held a boom mic. We all worked very hard on this and you can watch it here: youtu.be/rTGZTGm9ovM?si=jBFYDUNKxkrY6Qol
So many things here that I adore: the score that plays over the opening credits becoming diegetic when we learn that it’s coming out of a character’s ipad, computer screens with 35mm grain, the Vietnamese delivery worker skyping his family (that last look they share will haunt me), Willem Dafoe’s raw animal sobs when his daughter makes an offhand joke about how a friend won’t lose their virginity before the world ends, and one of the best sex scenes ever…
“I’ll always remember my mother that way.”
Really don’t understand the people who have suggested the film would be better without the narration, I feel like we saw completely different films. This is a story your grandfather would tell you as a child, the kind you politely pretend to pay attention to, and only later do you realize that in telling you that uneventful story about the airplane he flew on, he was telling you everything. Moving, beautiful, and strange, I hope Travolta makes more movies.
My father once told me his favorite movie is Close Encounters of the Third Kind. We watched this together. As we left the theater, he said “It’s true. I won’t live to see it, but you will.”
PS: I keep thinking of the actress who plays the news anchor at the climax of the film. She is not credited anywhere that I can see. Hopefully that won’t be the case for much longer. She is utterly convincing in an impossibly difficult role, and I’m not sure the ending of the film would land without her.
The feeling of being goaded into climbing a tree, and then your family loses interest and you’re alone at the top of that tree.
An old man’s hopeful dream of the world his children and grandchildren might be lucky enough to inherit. There’s a sequence, as beautiful and transfixing as any I’ve seen in recent memory, in which Adam Driver travels to this kind of ethereal, glowing flower shop to commune with the spirit of his deceased wife. This film is dedicated to Eleanor Coppola.