If you cheat may you cheat death, says an Irish proverb . The deception of loneliness is the common thread that Spike Jonze gives us in HER . The genius of the contemporary that the American director ( John Be Malcovich ) shows through a continuum of levels of sequeces fact selfie and panoramic views of futuristic cities , where the technology is the undisputed queen of a world coming into being. Among looks melancholy of metropolitan landscapes painted green and gray as the film of the 70s , people distracted and fast roams the streets and buildings dressed in trousers and shirts round neck colored yellow and orange, as they were the ones , the only known lively day repetitive and flat, in beautiful apartments with stunning views. To delegate then our imagination to ologrammi that move in discrete saloon , instead of the television and open fire . Joaquin Phoenix starred on the first floor where the movie field, and is justified in order to live writes letters of love, for those who can not do it, for those who are not as capable as a former clerk in a abbey glass or the edge of a railway station. Theodoro is beautiful and sad , good and asocial . Everything is permitted in this technological modernity except the physical realization of the desire that lies inevitably in the perfection of a normality which is also made more trips to the beach with friends, painful divorces and separations inevitable . The love then becomes an item , nurturing and caring , but this distant, ethereal , so if you do not exist and consist in that , without a voice without a body odors without gestures, glances without which you can even blame a sigh. As also loves real virtual love will go away , it will eventually not exist in its real existence , as if the last bastion of hope of being able to finally have a love in all that loneliness is just a mistake , made up of memories that refer only to yourself. But is not it always ? The virtuality of relationship takes the form of a reality punctured , the unbridgeable emotional loneliness , that is , timeless . Theodoro abandoned at that point is the only thing concrete and real s overlooking the rooftops of the city lit up with his girlfriend , also in the throes of her first real devastation of abandonment , her husband leaves her for being Buddhist Monaco , then virtual , the one with the voice a friend that there is a sound basis only done by algorithms , and remain there, together, sitting on a roof to look at the world , the world that even ungrateful and far is the only one given, and for the many ways it through the quail we can represent the real. If you live , live for what you are, in your fallacious contradictory irreplaceable tangibility , because nothing can replace and replace us in the adventure of the human relationship ineffable fact , that is , stupid embraces, kisses inevitable .
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 18:11:47 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015