yesterday i succumb to the weakness of restlessness and decide i need to escape for a few hours in some sort of alternative hell or heaven, just not my own personal one. so the best escape available was the movies. amalia and i head of to see the hurt locker.
she briefs me on the way.
it's a film about the war in iraq
it was made by the ex wife of avitar man james cameron
it's up for the same award as cameran's movie
so we sit down and watch what i have to say is a brilliant movie. the bomb disposal or explosive removal squad comprise of three men and at the start of the movie the main man, the one who wears the special suit gets blown up. his replacement is a man who has no fear, he disregards all rules, he is incredible to watch, his attitude is beyond normal and at the end of the film we begin to understand why. actually during the most important disclosure through a conversation the film projector broke, typical of the beaches deco cinema, they fixed it and although we didn't miss anything it did break the continuity. anyways the story is breathtakingly suspenseful and real, the atmosphere is just as alien as avitar and the characters more believable rater than stereotypes. this is not a mythological film. it has no metaphors, makes no judgement. it's a piece of meditation upon war and the men who fight in them, it's fucking brilliant, go and see it.