33-35. The most substantial cinematic meal of my year so far: Hunger.
Sat through 15 minutes of Love Happens, starring Aaron Eckhart and Jennifer Aniston.
Aaron Eckhart, I’m breaking up with you.
Sat through 20 minutes of The Wolfman, starring Benicio Del Toro, Emily Blunt, and Anthony Hopkins.
Benicio Del Toro, I’m breaking up with you.
Saw Hunger, directed by Steve McQueen and starring Michael Fassbender, from beginning to end. Then saw it again.
Michael Fassbender, I love you.
Hunger (2008), directed by the Turner Prize-winning British visual artist (not the late motorcycle-loving American actor) is the most intense, harrowing, and unexpectedly beautiful film I’ve seen this year. “Unexpectedly” because “beautiful” is not an adjective that generally comes to mind when describing a film set in a prison where the inmates smear excrement on the walls to protest the British government’s refusal to recognize them as political prisoners, where the protagonist asserts his freedom by starving himself to death, where you see the violence that people do to each other and to themselves, where you actually feel for the prison guards. I have to collect myself now; I will get back to you.
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February 14th, 2010 at 17:30
Stelios!!!