Oh man, I’ve got it all in my head. A leaping summersault over sunny personalities, trips to Italy that were as far from churches as you can get, love in the afternoon -- as many afternoons as you can count on all fingers and toes, birth certificates, and adoption.
Could I do it? Could I vault them all and stick the landing? No I could not. Now my ankle is throbbing.
Someday I’ll find the wire that keeps me afloat long enough to finish the piece. Until then, I can’t even post a legitimate mid-week matinee, as this movie has fallen off the edge of our flat earth. Toto Le Heros is from Belgium, 1991, or thereabouts. And all that’s left for now is this
A touch creepy? The director was a clown. Really. And only made two films.
It’s about a child who may or may not have been switched at birth. A child who grew up watching someone else live his perfect life.
More to the point, the movie is about memory, what we choose to remember -- how, when we play too long and obsessively with all the moving parts, we'll construct some kind of past, but it won't be ours.
Thursday, 15 September 2011
Mid-Week Matinee Splat
Posted on 01:30 by john mickal
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