a people planet
Having managed unintentionally to avoid it since its release in 1992, I finally came around to seeing Baraka this evening. Being entirely without dialogue, though bursting with visual and aural atmosphere, enjoyment of this film is probably a great deal more subjective than it is for the majority of feature length pieces. It's enough to say that I enjoyed it without going into what it "said to me" -- again, entirely subjective, and I'm not about to spring a spiritualist monologue on anyone at this hour of the morning -- and that there were certain sequences that I'd love to watch again. On a 50" plasma screen. With 120 watt bass speakers. Or failing that, at an IMAX cinema.
Better yet would be to see, in person, as much of all that there is to see in the world before I'm inevitably run over and killed by a bicycle.*
* This statement is far less random than it seems to those that know me.
You would probably like Koyaanisqatsi and Powaqqatsi too. (You have the soundtracks already, I believe.)
Maybe I'll arrange a viewing at some point (in the distant future, when you have time for such things). Or something. Anyway, try to avoid cyclocide for at least that long :$
OMG, Matt. I was just about to mention Koyaanisqatsi! I saw that film along with Pi in the same day in my high school philosophy/sociology elective. Can you imagine 5 hours of philosophy twice a week? The two films were such an overload that I spent half an hour sobbing in my then-boyfriend's arms after school. Subjectivity can be both beautiful and viscerally painful.
And Stairs, should you ever decide to elaborate on your "big and beautiful cock" theme I will cut all ties to the U.S. and become your personal admirer on Her Majesty's soil. :-)