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Friday, September 15, 2006

a history of love of.
my mother taught me to appreciate the art of film making since i was very very little. our house is full of books and you can imagine how two adults (my parents that is) desired all four of us to fall in love with written word but it took me years to discover my hidden love for books. i remember very clearly how i made a conscious decision to read and guess how old i was? I was 17 goin on 18. Yes. very very old when it comes to reading but ever since then I regard all books with utmost respect and humility. It was however a bit different with film. I cannot say for sure whether it was the magic of The Other World or the beauty of actors but movies always had a special role in our family. My mother would come from work, do out laundry (mountains of it!), feed us all, undress and then have the rest of the night for herself infront of a telly (or a good book if there was nothing good on the telly:) I remember watching everything from Chinese kung-fu films, to Russian classics and films from the age of glamour in Hollywood...and many many more...titles of most of them i can still recall...i have a good memory for that kind of stuff. i think i only have a good memory when it comes to films and actors. i could never say that about poetry and authors for some reason. anyway....what i wanted to say....my mother...my dearest...She somehow managed to pass on the love of film onto me...and my sister as well...but we have completely different tastes when it comes to cinema going..My sister is a classic lover. She goes for films like Solaris with Banionis (the one that George Clooney fucked up a little in his remake)..i on the other hand go for anything that...oh i cannot even name it...anything really...as long as there's something to relate to or aspire to...im a total Bergman freak but I do not understand Jean-Luc Goddard or it might take me time to appreciate Francois Truffaut...But you get the idea...

once when I was 10 or 11 I watched a film that stuck in my memory so well that I had to track it down...I watched it together with my mom of course. She has a very annoying habit of commenting on films that I hated when I was little but looking back at it, I am so grateful she did it cos I learned to make connections between words and actions and the morale, things that I was too young to understand but...It kind of creates a substystem down there inside you and you live it out later in life...

it was Educating Rita. a British film with Michael Cane. A film about a young girl Rita who lives in Cambridge i think and who is craving to learn, to change, to live...And of course she's as chavy as possible (to use today's terms), terrible accent, ghastly sense of style but a very perceptive mind...she meets this professor (whose an alcoholic) and starts coming to his tutorials...To make a long story short...She does change...She changes from a girl living with her idiot asshole boyfriend who doesn't understand WHY anyone would want to study or go to a theatre etc etc to a girl who loves life and lives it...i could say it better but i think you'd get more from watching it..

so today i watched it again...after more than 13 years and i was surprised how much i remembered except now all the names like Keats, Blake, Yeats, etc...did actually mean something to me...it made sense and it made more than that...

watch it if you have a minute...it made my day...and it talks about poetry. Heaven. and it is hilarious of course.

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