I was moved by Emilio Estevez's feature film "The Way" (2010), which I watched yesterday - based on the story of a man who has lost his son and walks the Camino de Santiago in his place, from France to the north-western Spanish city of Santiago de Compostela, where the relics of St. James rest. The Camino de Santiago is more than 800 km long, to be covered on foot, and it is each person's individual journey of discovery, forgiveness or dedication.
When the news of this remarkable woman and actress's passing made its way around the world's media, it seems no one needed to be told who she had been. Her legend grew alongside the Hollywood film tradition - cat on a hot tin roof, Cleopatra, cowgirl, reveller, and so much more. Here are a few insights from life from Elizabeth Taylor's collection.
A film for connoisseurs, in which an extraordinarily successful combination of visual and sonic imagery is revealed. It draws you in not through any particularly gripping plot, but through music, rhythms and the depiction of subtle feelings. The story exists outside of place and outside of time. This house and these people could be anywhere where they were fated to draw closer and sense a kindred spirit.
Hearing the name Coco Chanel, every woman can unfailingly name at least two of her timeless creations - the little black dress (created in the mid-1920s) and the perfume ("Chanel No. 5"). But this time I want to talk not so much about her biography or achievements in fashion, but about the philosophy of Coco Chanel, which is, of course, reflected in her work.
Horror films - a genre that thoroughly tickles the nerve endings. At times you want to close your eyes or crawl under the blanket, but then a moment later your gaze is nailed to the television screen again. A paradox - you're scared, but you want to keep watching. So where lies the "salt" of horror films? Why do we enjoy watching them?
I noticed this film during the White Night and the day before yesterday found it online to watch carefully from opening to closing credits. The film fascinated me and made me think - why do people need spoken language, if everything can be expressed through facial expression, gesture, a glance, sound, music and dance? The body does not lie even when the spoken words are pure pretence.
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