The kind of films I don't think of often, and yet ...
The kind of films I don't think of often. I might have seen some of them more than once but none are my all time favorite films. Nevertheless, the feelings they brought to my senses remain intact. There is something about each and every that brings me a wave of reminiscence and warmheartedness.
My mind has never gotten over the B&W frames of Cold War or Gueros, my heart never carried on the same after the journeys of familial warmth in The Farewell or Little Miss Sunshine. I have never stopped listening to California' Dreaming ever since the cleaning scene from Chungking Express. The absurdity of The Lobster still hunts me years after my last watch. And how could anyone come back the same after the sea scenes in each of The Hands of God and Moonlight?
Gabriella Bates and Jennifer S. Cheng, So We Must Meet Apart / Leonardo Santamaria, Self Portrait in Motion / Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals / Chungking Express (1994), dir Wong Kar-wai / Edouard Labrosse, Huile sur toile / H.G Wells, The War of the Worlds / Darling Josephine, The Home Page / Olivia Laing, The Lonely City / True Detective (2014)