keystrokes emotions is not easy task, because this route before your fingers to the key right One moment you turn into complete sentences everything you've heard, which is roughly a kind of synapses between brain and heart, and I, when I try (usually it is just a rant) by writing to communicate and share something, I feel a bit 'as Woody when he says that "often the heart and brain do not get along, my parents would not even say goodbye ". But I'm here to make an effort.
And it takes a lot of effort to "sing" the keys in front of a movie like "Dancer in tha dark" because it is not easy to rationalize and reduce the life of Selma logical words, would end up diminished, and then better let the images speak, or better let her sing, Selma: girl next to blindness, with a miserable and exhausting work, solitary, a little 'clumsy and a son who unfortunately lost in the near future for sure also the view. Already, a modern depressing picture comes to mind, but no, we do not even try, because all the adversity that sadly surround his life, will find a wall that stands against them, a Chinese wall - indeed, just that she never will see in life - that prevent them from passing the breakwater. The strength of Selma is incredibly beautiful, is stoic, impressive, his charisma, his attachment to life, his love for her child is so energetic by Stone, I say, from a fistfight when compared to the weakness of the characters that surround.
Selma is a river in flood is impossible to drain, a storm of joie de vivre that overwhelms everything, a bomb, a bomb of life, a ... My complete sentences were completed. But there is still something I want to say. Resist.
Von Trier plays landscapes, and the choice of atmosphere to surround the frail, spineless, devoid of energy, enhances and emphasizes the yellow glow of a marker, the determination of Selma: steady, indomitable. She is ... heroic, his devotion to his son is great because there is too exhausting shift that distract her from the sole objective: to make his son Gene, allowing his eyes still see, still live. That's why I find it impossible to "transfer" of emotions between the one who beats on the keyboard / Tom writes and / Caio it's there waiting of being invaded, because as you can to talk about these keys in an appropriate manner, before the exploits of a creature like that? As you can tell enough about a film that knows so much about life? A woman loving her so madly, he wants his son to enjoy the full, see the full?
Selma is now in the dark, almost no longer sees almost no more forces after yet another night shift, but resists and resists, and continues, driven by the mission to Gene, and while Bill, for the pathetic economic problems , wants to do away with life, while her dark, continues to dance.
The character of Selma is a true oxymoron in that society weak and without foundation, with a force Ercolini, taurine, a perpetual motion, there is life, life, life, life in his soul, energy, strength, crazy love in his heart. It's absurd, it is virtually impossible and absurd to have to have them sing these damn keys (how many times have I said?), Because I realize that, having exhausted all reasonable and rational word or expression to share the excitement of "Dancer in the Dark" I still have the feeling of not doing enough to quest'eroina. In fact - I think perhaps too late, maybe I'd better write: "10, a masterpiece. See it!" - You can not make the reader participate in such power and joy of living, if you have not observed Selma daydream of being the star of a musical, while she presses around the dark, while life is getting harder, but not enough money, while the savings for the operation of the child are not enough, when everything seems so dark. In spite of everything she sells, even of a millimeter. Anything can happen, but Selma will dance forever, forever. She will dance for Gene.
"They say it's the last song,
do not know us see.
is the last song only if we allow it to be."
10. I've got thought long and hard, I now have confirmation that I can not in any way to be objective seeing dance, then you'll excuse me if there's nothing up here that makes sense. I've got to try to 'synapses are blessed, but I can not. It's a bit' as if you put my feet in the air you salt all the blood to the head, here, in front of Selma, all rooms the heart.
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