Randy ‘The Ram’ Robinson:I just want to tell you, I’m the one who was supposed to take care of everything. I’m the one who was supposed to make everything okay for everybody. It just didn’t work out like that. And I left. I left you. You never did anything wrong. I used to try to forget about you. I used to try to pretend that you didn’t exist, but I can’t. You’re my girl. You’re my little girl. And now, I’m an old broken down piece of meat. . .and I’m alone. And I deserve to be all alone. I just don’t want you to hate me. [beat] Okay?
I feel the train of my life is passing me by
And the breeze of future’s past hits me while I’m standing on the platform
All those pieces of history that didn’t happen,
Memories that are puzzle pieces of saintly dreams
It’s only human that we make mistakes
It’s only human that she hates me
But it’s not stupid to think that I could change
It’s better than walking away
A good film is a film you’d want to see over and over again even knowing the ending: having something which spoilers won’t be able to break. Or preferably, several things; leitmotifs, throughlines, ideas, information, and ultimately, meaning.
It has been a long time since I last viewed an all-encompassing film which is not only entertaining but also has a well-rounded story full of layers that ran a wide gamut which all are ultimately resolved. It has been a quite a long time until I saw a masterpiece such as Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck’s Das Leben Der Anderen, or “The Lives of Others”.
I won’t write about the film’s plot summary as it will spoil the pleasure viewing this magnificent piece of cinematic storytelling and unplucking every hair of its rich story by yourself. However, I will stress that this film is a film which will fulfill the viewer’s need to search for every little speck of meaning from a film.
Humans cooperate best when fighting against a common enemy.
That is often the case in history. And that is the case in post Judgement Day earth, 2018 AD. The earth has been scorched by man’s former proxies; cybernetic organisms and artificial intelligences originally made as servants of man. In this reality of ironic bleakness, survival is a tightrope. And the key to human survival, is to band together. Being a lupus could benefit. But life expectancy is direly circumcised when it becomes mano a mecanismo.
I’ve recently watched Terry Gilliam’s Brazil and I have to say, I was thoroughly impressed. That film has numerous little layers of ideas that adds to the world. Little details such as Rube Goldberg machineries, ducts and cables underneath metal panels, and stamp-signature ridden bureaucracy makes effectively creates a world which suspends my disbelief. It was brilliant.
The movie is another entry in my collection of movies depicting dystopian futures, probable glimpses of tomorrow’s societies which are ridden with piling imperfection which are made in the attempt to cure other imperfections.