A great film for reasons my generation as a 21 year old holds as principle in vivacious living. Not to discount any other generations, but offering my era as effected, as well as the group I watched the film with in Florida, when it was released some years ago. We behaved as though it were an exercise, and was carried out in a way that I would recommend. We would watch the film in segments in groups of 10 – 15 persons, pausing after every scene, discussing them throughout the night; it was one of the only places each of our abstract arsenals of knowledge, be in chimp science, lucid dreaming or basic plato, could be shared on an respectable, experimental, and deeply memorable level.
We reunited several times attempting to finish the film but found ourselves dissolved into the beach and balcony of the tropic night somewhere towards the end. I’m not sure what it is about the ending that persuades dream in living (contrary to the film itself that discusses living in dream), as it turns into a silent love, a submission to reality. It becomes like a fear coupled with choice, the balance of what we give and take for pleasure, as we sacrifice something to keep what the film inspires. I did not want to pay attention to it, or think about it ending, and I can’t say a film has ever done that. I can be said that we fell into a dyonisian distraction, a sensual and ignorant preservation of unity and celebration. It’s a remarkable film for that reason, as it provides so many options of acceptance or rejection, so many characters and outlooks, be it love, hate, good, evil, selfish or selfless to challenge those in the room and bring out our depths as individuals who could not sit still if we wished to partake.
It’s a great adventure in that way, one of the few I know of that awakens and surprises the attendants, as they speak or sink, glow or embitter, excite ideally or rhetorically as debaters. A film providing a script in a way, as we looked on as children emulating adults. We were granted a freedom of spontaneity, and held ourselves to an emotionally intelligent range as the characters of the film acted themselves. It was and is a beautiful and rare gift for myself, those I experienced it with, and hopefully you. I hope others have had similar, sober (or not) experiences that have opened conceptions and discussion and I look forward to hearing and reading more of your moments!
Waking Life (Film or Meditation) over 2 years ago
A great film for reasons my generation as a 21 year old holds as principle in vivacious living. Not to discount any other generations, but offering my era as effected, as well as the group I watched the film with in Florida, when it was released some years ago. We behaved as though it were an exercise, and was carried out in a way that I would recommend. We would watch the film in segments in groups of 10 – 15 persons, pausing after every scene, discussing them throughout the night; it was one of the only places each of our abstract arsenals of knowledge, be in chimp science, lucid dreaming or basic plato, could be shared on an respectable, experimental, and deeply memorable level.
We reunited several times attempting to finish the film but found ourselves dissolved into the beach and balcony of the tropic night somewhere towards the end. I’m not sure what it is about the ending that persuades dream in living (contrary to the film itself that discusses living in dream), as it turns into a silent love, a submission to reality. It becomes like a fear coupled with choice, the balance of what we give and take for pleasure, as we sacrifice something to keep what the film inspires. I did not want to pay attention to it, or think about it ending, and I can’t say a film has ever done that. I can be said that we fell into a dyonisian distraction, a sensual and ignorant preservation of unity and celebration. It’s a remarkable film for that reason, as it provides so many options of acceptance or rejection, so many characters and outlooks, be it love, hate, good, evil, selfish or selfless to challenge those in the room and bring out our depths as individuals who could not sit still if we wished to partake.
It’s a great adventure in that way, one of the few I know of that awakens and surprises the attendants, as they speak or sink, glow or embitter, excite ideally or rhetorically as debaters. A film providing a script in a way, as we looked on as children emulating adults. We were granted a freedom of spontaneity, and held ourselves to an emotionally intelligent range as the characters of the film acted themselves. It was and is a beautiful and rare gift for myself, those I experienced it with, and hopefully you. I hope others have had similar, sober (or not) experiences that have opened conceptions and discussion and I look forward to hearing and reading more of your moments!
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