Love. Shall we deny it when it visits us? Shall we not take what we are given? There is only this. All else is unreal.
The New World
“ You get something twisted out of your insides by all this blood, filth, and noise. I want to stay changeless for you. I want to come back to you the man I was before. How do we get to those other shores? To those blue hills?
Love.
Where does it come from? Who lit this flame in us? No war can put it out, conquer it…
I was a prisoner. You set me free.”
Private John Bell, The Thin Red Line
Perdón por poner tanta quote de “Thin Red Line”, es que me encuentro muy cursi en estos momentos.
Terrence Malick: Master of The Magic Hour
Anyone who’s tried to shoot anything more complex than a snapshot during that elusive crepuscular hour knows how difficult it is. Then imagine having to contend with actors, nature and a full film crew. I try, but cannot even comprehend, how much luck is involved, how fleeting the ideal conditions are and how unbelievably elating it would be to nail the perfect shot in spite of all the obstacles.
The mysterious enigmatic Malick is known for his mastery of natural lighting, particularly during the magic hour. While he had been criticized for placing style over substance - and at times forgoing narrative almost entirely (Tree of Life) - the images he creates are undeniably breathtaking, transcendent meditations on the majesty of nature and our relationship to it. Using only our friend the sun (and a few reflectors and flags no doubt), Malick waits until the true beauty of the scene is revealed, rather than manipulating the elements himself. Such patience. No wonder he has only made seven films in 40 years.
“If I never meet you in this life, let me feel the lack. A glance from your eyes, and my life will be yours” — The Thin Red Line
We.
We together.
One being.
Flow together like water, till I can’t tell you from me.
I drink you.
Now.
Now.
“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.”
Could be
Mulholland Drive, 2001 (dir. David Lynch)
“It’ll be just like in the movies. Pretending to be somebody else.”
