February 14, 2006
In articulation with the holiday I like the least (and yet still recognize), I was going to post another clip from The Outlaw Son - a particularly angsty sequence, in which the romantically fatalistic philosophies of youth are rendered, in their elucidation, simply words, fallen halfway flat, inconsequential and immature.
But then I couldn't decide which take to use. The somber one, or the more relaxed and jovial version? Or the one that falls between the two but has a slight whirring in the background due to a faulty camera magazine? The shot is static - could I split the image in half and seamlessly combine different parts of different takes? I like them all for different reasons. I know what I'll use in the film, I think, but which one might work best out of that context?
Resultingly, as you might have guessed, if you click that image above, nothing will happen. Perhaps an active link will appear later today, or perhaps I'll stick to my decision that, despite my urge to show this thing to people, at the moment it's best to wait.
Posted by David Lowery at February 14, 2006 12:18 PM
Comments
"In Haneke's films, the gray area where classes merge is a dangerous one."
That is such a great insightful line, David. I pulled it out to talk about your entry into the "Code Unknown" blogathon:
"In Haneke's films," David Lowery writes, "the gray area where classes merge is a dangerous one." That this happens right on the street or on the metro between races from different countries and different backgrounds makes everyday interaction a walking timebomb, as evidenced by the film's first scene where a Romanian woman is humiliated by a French boy who is humiliated by the life his father wants for him and who is called to task by a Mali male who is, in turn, humiliated by police. There is no safety, no security, when we are patrolling the perimeters of our individual lives and subcultures.
Posted by: Michael Guillen at February 14, 2006 1:50 PM
Thanks for the kind words - I enjoyed your post as well, and the aggregation of other posts therein; it was nice to see the different viewpoints all summarized and thereby correlated.
Posted by: Ghostboy at February 14, 2006 4:45 PM
Mr Ghostboy, if you were a girl, I would call you a cocktease.I got roaring drunk on V-day. Only once in my life thus far have I celebrated the holiday. Many other times it was a good night to make money at the resteraunt.
Posted by: atcooper at February 16, 2006 3:22 PM