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Six Degrees of Separation (the movie) - Zer Netmouse
April 14th, 2007
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Six Degrees of Separation (the movie)
Tired from a fun day of biking (I have now driven a couple of motorcycles, in many many ovals and straight lines and variations thereof), I just let everything else wait and sat back and watched one of the best movies I've seen in a long time. Some of the characterizations were amazingly shallow, but on the whole, the arc of the story was very very neat.

Ultimately, the film asks us, How do we keep the experiences of our lives, as experiences? What do we experience that we treasure, and why? How do we avoid flattening and cutting those experiences into anecdotes? What do our experiences mean to us, and what do we do with them? --How do we build our notion of what we want to be, in life, and how do we seek that?

I think I shall have to ponder these points for a bit.

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From:boywhocantsayno
Date:April 15th, 2007 03:53 am (UTC)
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It's an interesting story, but I always had a problem with the film - it comes across as though the director simply decided to film the stage version. Everybody is far too self-conscious about the way they speak, like they're projecting to the back row of the theatre. And John Guare's dialogue in this one really wasn't suited to film to begin with, I don't think.
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Date:April 15th, 2007 10:27 am (UTC)
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yes, for the first twenty minutes I thought the two main characters are supposed to be stage actors themselves, but that's part of the point, isn't it? These things that are happening to them, they're turning into a story, and there's tension between having this (ongoing) story they perform over and over and taking away a real experience from it - the contrast between the fast-paced dialogue and the final silent walk is all the stronger for that.

It does feel very theatrical, but once I accepted that, I didn't mind except when the younger generation was screaming at their parents. Those scenes were too staged to carry.
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