brazil

whoa... that film just blew my mind... unfortunately, my notes were scribbled so fast, and in such darkness, that i can barely read them to re-cap... but what i do know is that i thought that movie was freakin' awesome. and actually, if i ever end up doing narratives, i hope that this is sort of thing i will capable of producing (essentially, my vision of documentary, turned into narrative with a dashes of humor and bits of (overloaded) sarcasm). so essentially, i didn't know what i was in for. i watched the preview on the blog, and could tell that it was going to be fantastic, but i didn't know just how closely it resided to my opinions. for instance, this orwellian world overtly (yet somehow, amazingly subtle) exploits the day when have relinquished but all of our freedoms, and live in a much "safer" (read: police state) society. yay, can't wait. kidding. i found myself laughing at parts that no one else seemed to think was funny, and vice versa. perhaps because these issues affect me so deeply, and i spend a majority of my time, money and energy invested in their opposition (conferences, rallies, protests, research, passing out of literature, etc...) that i was actually a bit unnerved at the truth of the situation, and was laughing instead of being scared witless. but still, that one part where they've got that woman's face stretched out so far... so hilarious. and jill, in the ministry of information, with the little robot machine thing poking around her face... it makes me so uncomfortable and scared and excited that someone is showing the truth (of what COULD eventually happen if WE continue to let it) that i didn't know what to do. "mind that parcel. it could save lives!" (or, it could be a gross annihiliation of human freedom). consumers for christ! (probably my favorite fleeting and small background detail of the film). and also, of course, the overwhelming idea that we were "afforded" all of this luxury and convenience, and yet none of it works... your toast is still burnt (and/or covered in coffee) in the morning. poor sam lowry. my new favorite protagonist. i can only hope that he and winston can just reside forever in the glories of the golden places in their minds, instead of the bleak, harsh, and desperate reality that is ascending upon us silently and invisibly, faster that we can even speak out change against it. the revolution is now!