Be it Schnabel's short but sweet musical and technical homage to "400 blows", his ability to capture pictures that are truly telling stories, pure and utter emotion that in one time or another we've all dealt with, or just the simple fact it's an extraordinary fucking piece of cinema, "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" marks to be one of the best I've seen in the first decade of the 2000's. This is only the second time I've seen "Diving Bell". The first time, I sat in the theater and didn't move. The second and most recent I was starting to fold some laundry I had brought up to my apartment. Let's just say I got one shirt folded and didn't start folding the rest until the end credits rolled. His perspective shooting is not something out of the ordinary or even that unique, but in the context that it's done, it's brutal, yet humane and tender. An American artist (whom among many hacks, actually holds this title well) chose to make a French film, and actually did it well. Bravo! My writing and dialogue may seem a bit schizophrenic, but I believe that's a good thing. I like to question life, cry, get angry, smile, and feel all kinds of crazy things after watching a picture. For me, it did something right. There is a point in the picture where two delivery men are dropping off a phone and they begin to tease Jean-Do. Of course the doctor in the room gets agitated, and Jean-Do simply laughs and says to himself that the doctor doesn't know how to kid around. While the picture is an accomplishment of a true artist, and at times it goes beyond seriousness, it teaches us how it's sometimes good to not take ourselves, that seriously, and simply enjoy the moments we have.
I also had a chance to watch "Z Channel: A Magnificient Obession", along with a second look at "The Searchers" which were both equally worthwhile. I just need some sleep...
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