With respect to Socrates, my unexamined life is not worth living. The front room is the face we show everyone but we hide our true self in the back room.
Tuesday night. Movie night with my bride.
Movie trailers can be calculated pieces of art. They attempt to be the perfect first date, hoping to tantalize just enough for another time.
Not currently cable subscribers, we saw the trailer for Selma online. It wasn’t the perfect first date but enough to pique our interest. Stirring scenes of violent beatings and chin-raising acts of defiance with Oprah Winfrey’s silent scream and Tim Roth’s stern posturing.
One thing trailers have is the neat, tight, movie in a box. They are rarely messy.
Selma is messy. It runs overlong, clocking in at over 2 hours. And I can see how the time is justified, to illustrate the extent of a man’s struggle, however it takes away from the film’s necessary momentum.
Selma is quiet. Films rooted in contemplative speeches and long shots of dialogue-free scenes letting the film’s soundtrack do the talking…
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