After thousand years falling in love again with an amazing very simple film…
Watching it lonely baffling by the ambivalence of my feeling and a perpetual dilemma between my lovely work and my solid work…
It makes me crazy and upset almost always when I accentuate.
Anyway, the film name was beginners that I love its cast, its music and its simplicity.
There were a wide variety of different issues such as a gay father who has cancer and is dying, a cool strange love like Amelie (this girl totally reminds me of Amelie because she's also french. Perhaps love has a french root and origin if you look deeper. It's a superficial side of initial lovely relationship. My critical question is that why every nice girl who can motivate and inject love should be french? Needless to say, because france is a luxurious, nice but fake phase of love. I'm not fan of this french playing with love. She could be an Asian or from latin American but because of adding some toppings to film, you can see she's a cute french girl.)
Another unique part was his mother who is really awkward that I love her more than other because of her ways that tried to educate his son, his interaction with art tools in gallery, his crazy monologue and talking to herself and a hilarious game with his son. On and off we can see her through his vivid, sad and childish memories.
one more interesting thing was about his art project which was working on history of sadness. Isn't so cool for an artistic perspective?
His painted samples were crazily fascinating and made me overjoyed. I wish I could've done that project when I was studying art.
On the other hand, there's the girls' father that we never see him in the film. He wants to kill himself in comparison to the gay father who’s dying because of cancer but has a lot penchants for life.
The most fascinating frames forced me to keep watching were the first photographical frames like an orchid flower in the middle of a glassy window. such a beautiful start.
Or throwing a bunch of medicines and drugs out (it absolutely reminds me of a Haneke's film, my favorite film all the time to the end of the world - seven continent- getting rid of a pack of money in a toilet.)
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Enjoying a lot and disappearing again in an unknown universe that’s called damn cinema.
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Razieh Mehdizadeh
Watching it lonely baffling by the ambivalence of my feeling and a perpetual dilemma between my lovely work and my solid work…
It makes me crazy and upset almost always when I accentuate.
Anyway, the film name was beginners that I love its cast, its music and its simplicity.
There were a wide variety of different issues such as a gay father who has cancer and is dying, a cool strange love like Amelie (this girl totally reminds me of Amelie because she's also french. Perhaps love has a french root and origin if you look deeper. It's a superficial side of initial lovely relationship. My critical question is that why every nice girl who can motivate and inject love should be french? Needless to say, because france is a luxurious, nice but fake phase of love. I'm not fan of this french playing with love. She could be an Asian or from latin American but because of adding some toppings to film, you can see she's a cute french girl.)
Another unique part was his mother who is really awkward that I love her more than other because of her ways that tried to educate his son, his interaction with art tools in gallery, his crazy monologue and talking to herself and a hilarious game with his son. On and off we can see her through his vivid, sad and childish memories.
one more interesting thing was about his art project which was working on history of sadness. Isn't so cool for an artistic perspective?
His painted samples were crazily fascinating and made me overjoyed. I wish I could've done that project when I was studying art.
On the other hand, there's the girls' father that we never see him in the film. He wants to kill himself in comparison to the gay father who’s dying because of cancer but has a lot penchants for life.
The most fascinating frames forced me to keep watching were the first photographical frames like an orchid flower in the middle of a glassy window. such a beautiful start.
Or throwing a bunch of medicines and drugs out (it absolutely reminds me of a Haneke's film, my favorite film all the time to the end of the world - seven continent- getting rid of a pack of money in a toilet.)
.
Enjoying a lot and disappearing again in an unknown universe that’s called damn cinema.
.
Razieh Mehdizadeh