Dec. 7th, 2008 08:28 pm
"Livet är att fly. Att stanna är döden."
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So I evaded my domestic responsibilities today to join
bunj in a matinee of Låt den rätte komma in (Let the right one in) at the Century. He was eager to see it as an antidote to all the Twilight nonsense about and, holy god, it was that! In fact, it was everything that
princeofcairo promised it would be. The mise-en-scène--a desolate Swedish suburb in the middle of winter--was so enveloping that it messed with my sense of place. We returned to the car where I'd left my bag and I told my brother that I had the sense it was all quite different when we were here before--darker somehow. And this despite the fact that the sun had been out then and it was overcast now.
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They always tell you to watch films to practice languages, but I hate German and Swedish films and avoid them whenever possible. I think the only one I've ever enjoyed in either language was Lasse Hallström's Mitt liv som hund.
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It's odd for me to hear someone say, "I hate German films" as if they formed a proper genre of their own rather than a grab bag containing everything from Kondom des Grauens to Das Leben der anderen.
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