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st_martin_aI watched the film Moonlight last night.
Wow.
It leaves quite a profound impression on you. It did for me anyway.
Has anyone else seen it?
It's bleak. It's got loads of themes.
The thing that worked so well was seeing the main character as a kid; then as a teenager; then as an adult where he revisits someone from his past.
I'm sure you could do something similar as an lj entry.
...
Ok, I'm typing as I'm thinking now. I think this will only work if you use character-forming memories. Happy ones won't have the same impact...
A memory from being a kid:
I remember my first day at school (when I was 4 and a half). I refused to go in past the school gates because I was frightened. I cried and refused to let go of my mum's hand. The headteacher had to come out and prize my fingers from my mum's. My mum then watched as I was dragged inside and brought into my first class.
During playtime, outside on the playground, there was a gang of about 8 boys in my school year. The leader of the gang asked me what my name was and when I told him it was Andrew he told me that they beat up anyone who was called Andrew. He then got all the boys to go after me. I don't think they ever caught me but they often chased me during playtime during my first few weeks of school.
* * *
When I was 20 years old, I was a student at university. Over the summer break, I went inter-railing round Europe with a friend of mine and my younger brother. We were in a country (I can't even remember which one because we moved on every day - Greece, Spain, somewhere like that) when my 2nd year exam results came out. I phoned home to my parents to find out what the results were, and they told me I had failed. I was gutted.
* * *
When I was about 28, I revisited old friends of mine from my hometown. A close friend of ours had died from a brain haemorrhage a few months earlier and one of our friends had missed the funeral and wanted to visit the grave. Three of us travelled up to visit it in one of their cars and we made a weekend of our time together.
One friend was a drummer in a band. He had a baby girl but he hadn't seen her because he'd broken up with the mother before she'd given birth and she lived in Germany.
The other friend had a long list of broken relationships behind him but was happy enough in his job in a factory. He was fairly happy-go-lucky.
I was working in a dead-end office job but was happily married and me and my wife had our own home.
It's strange how life changes as you go through different stages...
Wow.
It leaves quite a profound impression on you. It did for me anyway.
Has anyone else seen it?
It's bleak. It's got loads of themes.
The thing that worked so well was seeing the main character as a kid; then as a teenager; then as an adult where he revisits someone from his past.
I'm sure you could do something similar as an lj entry.
...
Ok, I'm typing as I'm thinking now. I think this will only work if you use character-forming memories. Happy ones won't have the same impact...
A memory from being a kid:
I remember my first day at school (when I was 4 and a half). I refused to go in past the school gates because I was frightened. I cried and refused to let go of my mum's hand. The headteacher had to come out and prize my fingers from my mum's. My mum then watched as I was dragged inside and brought into my first class.
During playtime, outside on the playground, there was a gang of about 8 boys in my school year. The leader of the gang asked me what my name was and when I told him it was Andrew he told me that they beat up anyone who was called Andrew. He then got all the boys to go after me. I don't think they ever caught me but they often chased me during playtime during my first few weeks of school.
* * *
When I was 20 years old, I was a student at university. Over the summer break, I went inter-railing round Europe with a friend of mine and my younger brother. We were in a country (I can't even remember which one because we moved on every day - Greece, Spain, somewhere like that) when my 2nd year exam results came out. I phoned home to my parents to find out what the results were, and they told me I had failed. I was gutted.
* * *
When I was about 28, I revisited old friends of mine from my hometown. A close friend of ours had died from a brain haemorrhage a few months earlier and one of our friends had missed the funeral and wanted to visit the grave. Three of us travelled up to visit it in one of their cars and we made a weekend of our time together.
One friend was a drummer in a band. He had a baby girl but he hadn't seen her because he'd broken up with the mother before she'd given birth and she lived in Germany.
The other friend had a long list of broken relationships behind him but was happy enough in his job in a factory. He was fairly happy-go-lucky.
I was working in a dead-end office job but was happily married and me and my wife had our own home.
It's strange how life changes as you go through different stages...
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Date: 2017-11-07 10:10 pm (UTC)Thank you for sharing your memories and different experiences at certain stages in your life. It can be quite an insightful exercise to do and recognize those moments that added to who you have become, presently. x
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Date: 2017-11-09 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-11-10 07:39 pm (UTC)Es muy "bleak".
: /
No una pelicula "feel good".
Intensivo, profund...
Quisas te gustaria...
:P