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The Man Without a Past

I'm amazed of the effect Aki Kaurismäki's movie has over me. It's an atypical movie. The characters are mature people with wrinkles under their eyes and with a strong interior life. The movie scenes are like painted with color and music, there is plenty of time for everything. All details are important and nothing is there without a reason. Emotions are felt strongly by the spectator even if the characters try to hide them.
The movie told me that life can be beautiful when you love, have friends and respect for yourself. Life can be modeled only from the inside. As long as we stay together and help each other, we'll be fearless in harsh times.
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Lapis Lazuli said…
I've seen the movie and indeed it's a great experience. And the characters do have an intense inner life which is highlighted even more by their apparent lack of reaction on the outside. Lovely post and blog, I'll be watching you :-)
July 2, 2009 at 12:12 AM
Fata said…
You're welcome anytime :)
March 2, 2010 at 12:02 PM
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