Don't Let Me Die on a Sunday

1 hour and half about death and only death. But I was hooked up since the first minute. Dark and poetic. Raw love and disgust at the same time. A boat drafting in the fog, since the day we are born, only hurting the ones that love us until we die. I saw it 22 years ago and I still remember it as one of the best movie I have seen.

For reasons that are beyond me, French cinema seems to come with movies about such controversial subjects quite often (although they also produce more "mainstream" movies, believe me). If you are willing to watch a movie dealing with love, sex, AIDS and death and where the limits between good and evil are systematically blurred, this one does quite a clever job. If not, you have been warned.

P.S: Don't believe all this is normal behaviour in France...

This film deals with themes that are some kind of taboo for some people, but at the end I thought it was just another film dealing with people and their fear of life. It is a film that tries to represent how life works for someone who doesn´t care for it.

This might sound interesting, in a way it is, the pace the music makes along with the blue tone of the environment, makes it a peculiar expression of life at the edge. Ben a man who hates his own life is capable to give and save the life of others. A cynical but disturbing fact.

By the end I left the theater wondering what´ve I just saw, I can´t say that I loved it, but certainly didn´t hate it.

sex, death and immorality. That is, about the truth. So beautiful to me for these very reasons. Become an atheist (tip: read Karl Marx) and then watch this. Karl Marx said was a materialist. That means that, according to he and other materialists (not the Madonna type, exactly), what you perceive with your senses corresponds to something outside your mind, to matter. Not everyone believes/believed that. Some think that it's all in your head, that your sensations are just that, that there is no physical world that you are perceiving through your senses. They are called idealists. Some idealist believed your perceptions are beamed into your head by God, or that everything is thought... And some are not sure and play it safe. They are agnostics. Which is just Greek for "I'm clueless." If you say I'm a materialist then you take a physical world for granted, you trust your senses and you live according to the world you perceive. Marx started there and also said, gods and philosophy and tastes and governmental forms are just results of the pattern of fundamental human interaction: how we eat (by working in the fields? by barter? in a factory?), which determines social hierarchy, which determines our hopes and aspiration and self-image, which determines religion and what is presented as "absolute truth," be it the best form of government or the best art or... SO...if you like that...and you find yourself an atheist...you find yourself FREE. And no longer hide truths by censoring yourself with the "thou shalt not"s you have learned and never questioned. And then also, perhaps, life can become very bare bones, vivid, brutal. And then this film shows the bones so beautifully.

I recently saw this film at the Second Annual NY S/M Film Festival.

The movie wrestles such topics as alternative sexuality, AIDS and death. Unfortunately, it wrestles these topics as only the French can do... Pretentious and boring. Even the scene in a French Leather Club just boggled my mind in how unrealistic it was. Everyone in this film seemed to be suffering from some major mental and emotional breakdown, and frankly, it was just a very depressing movie to watch.