The Five Senses Blogathon
Hello everyone! Long time no see, huh? Well, I’m back with my entry in Nostra’s wonderful “Five Senses” blogathon.
MyFilmviews is hosting it, in association with Dutch moviepodcasters MovieInsiders (who inspired the blogathon). Kudos to Karamel Kinema (see what I did there?), for the designing the pretty cool logo.
The idea, as explained by Nostra himself, is this:
As you know, the body has five senses (although some movies might suggest there is a sixth one): Sight, Sound, Taste, Smell and Touch.
For each of these senses you will have to describe the movie related association you have with it. This can be a particular movie or even a scene, but also something having to do with the movie going experience (so for example the smell of popcorn in the theater).
Pretty cool, right? You can go here if you’d like to participate. But first, here are my picks!
The Tree of Life
Cinema, in its essence, is a purely audiovisual art, and I think few movies have placed greater emphasis on the second half of that word than Terrence Malick’s 2011 comeback film The Tree of Life. The impressive visual effects and absolutely stunning cinematography by double Oscar-winner Emmanuel Lubezki (who didn’t win for this, which still offends me) make this meditative masterpiece a wonder to behold.
Typewriter and piano keys form a beautiful, dramatic marriage in Dario Marianelli’s incredible, Oscar-winning score.
OK, watch the montage above and tell me you don’t want to bite into every single pie featured. Waitress is a little-seen gem with lots of charm and some damn fine food porn.
Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
I’m carrying on with my pick, even though Nostra called it predictable, haha. This one popped into my head for “Smell” as soon as I started reading about this blogathon. John Hurt narrates:
In the period of which we speak, there reigned in the cities a stench barely conceivable to us modern men and women. Naturally, the stench was foulest in Paris, for Paris was the largest city in Europe. And nowhere in Paris was that stench more profoundly repugnant than in the city’s fish market. It was here then, on the most putrid spot in the whole kingdom, that Jean-Baptiste Grenouille was born on the 17th of July, 1738. It was his mother’s fifth birth. She delivered them all here under her fish stand, and all had been stillbirths or semi-stillbirths. And by evening the whole mess had been shoveled away with the fish guts into the river. It would be much the same today, but then… Jean-Baptiste chose differently.
Those words, paired with the rotten food and absolutely filthy people we see on screen…well, you could almost smell the disgusting blend that Jean-Baptiste smelled as soon as he could breathe. No wonder he went nuts.
Joan Allen’s ideal 50’s housewife, as her whole town of Pleasantville, is the black-and-white image of conformity, servilism and anhedonia. Enter Reese Witherspoon’s freewheeling Jennifer, who urges her “mom” to give in to a sensual touch -her own-, sparking an inner revolution.