Good morning! How much do you love that it’s Tuesday already?!? My goodness, long weekends with holiday Mondays are some of my very favourite things.
As you may have already guessed from the title of today’s post, we’re talking about Gravity today. Specifically, the recent Hollywood blockbuster, and not, you know, the force that causes particles to come together on our planet. My Mom’s birthday was last week, and she had asked if our family could see the movie together when we were all home for Thanksgiving. I love George, and Sandra, and Alfonso Cuaron too, so I was all kinds of excited for this one.
And let me tell you, I was not disappointed. It’s not a spoiler to say that this movie looks like nothing you’ve ever seen before on the big screen. Cuaron reteams with cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki, who he worked with on “Children of Men” and who absolutely blows my mind with the way he sees the world. He’s just … I mean … I can’t even. I should be talking about the juxtaposition of the fluidity of movement that comes from being in zero gravity with the sharp, staccato gestures of panic and fear, and the scale of humanity and the way we try to leave our mark on the world versus the vast, unknowable openness of space, but it’s just … I mean… I can’t even. There’s just so much there to see; I think I’d have to go back a couple more times to even come close to absorbing it all.
Shutterbug Sis, on the other hand, was not the least bit impressed. “Lame” was the word that got thrown around the most, I believe. It’s not that she didn’t think George made a good astronaut … she just didn’t think that any of the situations he found himself in were exactly realistic, and she was far too impatient with that to have a conversation with me about cinematography.
Yes, my friends, after that night we were a family divided; George, with his charming smile and his velvety voice and his crinkly eyes behind his space helmet – George tore us apart. I thought it was so interesting how the two of us could have such different experiences while watching the exact same thing; Shutterbug could have cared less how the shots looked, and I was willing to forgive the laws of physics for dramatic effect, and we just couldn’t meet in the middle about it.
Has that ever happened to you? Have you ever experienced a work of art (a movie, a book, a song, or anything else) that moved you on an emotional level and did absolutely nothing for the person you experienced it with? What was it? Tell me all about it in the Comments! In the meantime, I’m going to see if I can find something to capture this feeling in time for Wordful Wednesday tomorrow …