slightlymoving

ive just come back from an evening session of The Last Ride at Cinema Nova

i’m a bit devastated. i went on my own and think i picked the wrong seat, because there was a cold breeze blowing over me the whole time. that’s not why i’m devastated though.

it’s a beautiful looking film that is heartbreaking in the ugly reality it portrays. there is such attention and care in every image and sound that appears, it is truly stunning.

the story though, is what made me feel so devastated. from a sparse beginning the story and relationship between the two main characters is slowly revealed. the inevitable ending seems natural, but made me feel such a sense of loss and lack of hope without any chance of redemption. it deals with the complexity of love and family and the cycles of dependency and despair that some people get trapped into - and in writing that, i realise there actually are moments of hope, and joy in the story as well.

walking home i cried. i was, still am i think, upset by the fact that some people have such fucked up lives that we think to write books and make movies about them. hopefully as a means to an end of creating more understanding about why fucked up things happen and hopefully allowing the chance for things to change. at least i hope so - because if not, i can’t bear the thought of such talent and energy being used like this. that’s probably a little more hardcore than i meant.

i was moved by the film. it was compelling. and powerful. and a bunch of other adjectives that get overused in film reviews. and it covered a lot of ground in it’s 100 minutes.

it’s definitely worth seeing.