Stupid Captain John Smith. Breaking Pocahontas's heart like that. Just taking off on another expedition and having one of his friends tell her he died. Boy, even back then, guys didn't know how to break up with a girl. I won't give away anything more but just to let you know, that's only about a little over halfway through the movie. She still gets to meet the handsome Christian Bale, er John Rolfe.
I'm teary-eyed from just watching The New World, the first in my next spree of movie rentals before the Blockbuster coupon expires next week.
One of my art teachers once told me that every frame in Ridley Scott's movies could be paused and framed as a piece of artwork - that's how deliberate he was as a director. After watching The New World, I feel the same way about director Terrence Malick. The cinematography, the colors, the mood, it's all so beautiful. It takes your breath away. I thought it would be a terribly slow, pretentiously arty film. Amazingly, it held my attention the whole time, minimal dialogue and all. The film relies on dreamy, poetic voiceovers to move the story along, but you really only need to watch the expressive actress, Q'orianka Kilcher convey all the emotions in her body language and her eyes. She transforms from innocent, virtuous girl in love, to heartbroken woman, to matured wife and diplomat. The girl was only 14 when she filmed this!
Friday, June 23, 2006
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