This film is way out of my cinematic comfort zone. A gentle drama about two deaf children seeking their places in the world. One of them in 1927, the other in 1977 - and it is perfect and magical in all of the best ways....
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There's something so undeniably beautiful about this movie. Maybe it's the way Todd Haynes loves film, and you can feel it in every shot, in every edit, in every line of dialogue. Or maybe it's the score, carrying the movie in every scene as if it were its own character. Maybe it's even the kids, who are just that, and make the film seem so child like and wondrous.
But maybe it's just my brother.
I considered that whenever I first saw this in theaters with my mom. She had to leave in the beginning because the main character Ben reminded her too much of him, but that's exactly why I stayed. I cried and cried and cried, leaving the theater feeling completely different. Maybe I felt him with me? Maybe I just truly enjoyed Wonderstruck for what it was?
After rewatching it, I've decided I don't care. I love the film for what it is, for the music, the kids, the directing, everything. But I also love it for my brother, who was a little younger than Ben whenever he died. I love it for the adventure it gave him, that it gave me, and continues to give me. Wonderstruck made me realize, film should and can be something completely emotional. Loving a movie doesn't have to be entirely based on a filmmaking aspect, and I truly embrace that now
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There's something so undeniably beautiful about this movie. Maybe it's the way Todd Haynes loves film, and you can feel it in every shot, in every edit, in every line of dialogue. Or maybe it's the score, carrying the movie in every scene as if it were its own character. Maybe it's even the kids, who are just that, and make the film seem so child like and wondrous.
But maybe it's just my brother.
I considered that whenever I first saw this in theaters with my mom. She had to leave in the beginning because the main character Ben reminded her too much of him, but that's exactly why I stayed. I cried and cried and cried, leaving the theater feeling completely different. Maybe I felt him with me? Maybe I just truly enjoyed Wonderstruck for what it was?
After rewatching it, I've decided I don't care. I love the film for what it is, for the music, the kids, the directing, everything. But I also love it for my brother, who was a little younger than Ben whenever he died. I love it for the adventure it gave him, that it gave me, and continues to give me. Wonderstruck made me realize, film should and can be something completely emotional. Loving a movie doesn't have to be entirely based on a filmmaking aspect, and I truly embrace that now