I went to see a french/austrian/german/italian film this evening (though for all intents and purposes, it was French). Caché (Hidden) is about a family receiving videos from an unknown person. The videos are of them and things in their life. It leads the father, in particular, to revisit his past. It was meant to get viewers to examine the French relationship with the developing world but I felt like it failed in that. I think because the father maddeningly didn't take responsibility for his actions as a child. It won many awards but it left me wanting. I felt that little had been resolved. Then again, that might've been the goal (that the problems in France between the "French" and immigrants remain unsolved). I just know that as a film-going experience, I left frustrated. Grrr.
P.S. (And on an entirely unrelated subject) When playing ultimate frisbee and trying to stop someone from catching the disc, don't use your nose to knock it down. That is unless you want to look like you're a fan of bar brawls. ;)
6 comments:
I want a pic of the nose!!!!
Me too!!
I think you'll just have to live in mystery. Ha, ha.
Boooo
i can only handle so much mystery!! The nose, the nose!!
Nobody really needs any picture of a scab. You can just imagine a bulbous scab on an angle just below the bridge of my nose. Not bad enough to look like I was brawling, not small enough to look like a terrible acne accident.
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