Saturday, January 10, 2009

Le scaphandre et le papillon (The Diving Bell and the Butterfly)

It struck me as I was walking home from International Cinema tonight how cinematography and photography share many commonalities. The one that kept coming back to me this evening was the ability to frame - a shot, a feeling, a story. Good photographs can be incredibly moving, but I personally find that moving photographs are more real - the detail and development breathe life into the story more easily than, for instance, a photo essay. The version of the film that I saw was likely slightly different than versions others have seen, but what I saw framed was an eloquent yet direct narrative about self-expression. As I walked my way briskly back to my apartment in the freezing temperatures, I watched my breath cloud my view. In reflecting on the film, being verbose seemed almost profane. I was reminded in that moment of Elder Holland's remarks not long ago, as he quoted parts of James "If any man offend not in word, the same is a perfect man, and able also to bridle the whole body." The power of words spoken, not spoken, regretted, and remembered fondly echo throughout the film amongst a montage of sounds and first or third person visual narrative. Warning: you may find, as I did, that the theatre is warm. My eyes were sweating like crazy. I'll have to read the book this summer.


Lachelleandmanasseh said...

You could read it tonight. It is tiny. And amazing.

Rachel said...

The book is great. You could probably read it in under an hour. Also, I loved the movie.

J said...

Ha. Sweating eyes. I'm stealing that.