Biutiful

Today I went to Musée Delacroix in the morning for Text & Image

He used to live in my neighborhood before he moved out to St. Germain.

Then I went to The Flying Ant with Will, Connie, and Andy for lunch. We all ordered the same thing, un café and a salmon quiche. The waitress looked at us like we were aliens, all ordering the same thing.

Then Will and I did some reading, and Carla came over to meet me. We walked over to the MK2 on BLVD St. Germain to see Biutiful. It started 2 minutes before we got there. Parfait.

I watched this in Spanish/Chinese with French subtitles. It was definitely a language exercise for my brain.

It left me feeling only an Innaritu film can make me feel. The same way I felt after I watched Amores Perros, which was one of my favorite films in high school, for which I wrote many poems. His films make me feel physically cold, they open me up to the world and let the coldness penetrate me, when usually I retreat within myself to establish barriers between me and the outside world. It's so jarringly true, sad, real, what he presents in all of his films.