🦋 Diving Bell
Sylvia is over at a friend's for the night; Ellen and I went out to see The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (which I was thinking, it would be funny if the title were "Belle et le Papillon" -- but it's not, so y'know, ignore). Wow: that was a really good movie. For the first twenty minutes or so I was thinking it was going to be a drag and kind of tiring to sit through; but somewhere along in there I got pulled strongly into M. Bauby's story and once I was in it it did not lose me. I was identifying his experiences at the very beginning of the movie with my own experience coming out of a coma over the course of several days when I was 12 years old, after an auto accident -- it was nice to have something to connect it to, and I thought based on my memory of that time, that Schnabel did a pretty good job of communicating the confusion of it. (Except in retrospect, I think it would be truer to my own experience if his internal voice were not so quickly lucid.) But I didn't want that to be the whole movie, it didn't seem like enough. Well turns out that's not the whole movie, there is plenty of meat in there to fill up the time.
posted evening of Saturday, December 22nd, 2007
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