These are the films that stick with me, or have stuck with me most since I saw them. They have shaped the way I see my surroundings, from the absurdly non-functional modernity displayed in Mon oncle to the chicken-coop-like living of human poverty shown in Baraka. The images return to me when I do not seek them: images of resilience, fragile intimacy, and the continuity of culture, art and mind, beyond death.
Rabbit-proof fence, based on fact, tells the story of three aboriginal girls taken forcibly from their home. It is a tale of deep strength, of self-worth in the face of unbearable pain, and of love.
Another story of friendship through the worst of journeys (life?), though animated and with dogs as main characters, is The plague dogs. This film is too devastating to watch twice.
Baraka (among so many things) juxtaposes the experience of humanity with how humans treat chickens. My view of social space was altered.
Jacques Tati’s Mon oncle, which had me in stitches, had a curiously similar effect on my view of space and modernity.
35 shots of rum
In the mood for love
The secret of Kells
The story of scholarship moved me, but it was also about the trees. It was important that it was the trees that provided the ink.
Dead Poets Society