In the latest addition to the online roundtable Genevieve Yue states that cinema, at heart, is an activity. Sometimes social, sometimes it’s entirely private and sometimes it’s meant to drive people into the streets.
“Going to a movie, watching a movie, making sense of a movie, is an activity, and it’s a risky one at that—but, and I hope I don’t sound too romantic here, doesn’t love, or at least desire, always plunge us into the unknown depths of the other?”
Following the idea that cinema has it’s biggest impact when it catches us off-guard or chafes against our beliefs or expectations in some way, which cinematic experiences have confronted you in this way? What cinema has provoked love from an unlikely source?
Some of the more pronounced examples for me: Korine’s Gummo definitely worked this way for me. Lynch and Cronenberg sometimes. Todd Solondz and Haneke at times. Psycho by killing off the apparent protag halfway into the film. Ronald Bronstein’s Frownland.
“cinema, at heart, is an activity.”
Okay. As you wish.