Chaser's Apprentice
12-26-2008, 09:34 PM
By Chaser's Apprentice
REPORTER
Who could bear the heart-aching atrophy, heir to that of flesh and the laws' wrongs, and then fly to view the nobles cowedly and turn them awry. For the ensemble of mankind may know no boundaries or mourning, and man's death, we know noble, and love's consistence to shuffle and remain contumely, and be when we are with a name and identity and a sea of momentum. The quietus makes that of the unworthy and laden and shocks them, sicklied of time, the natural shocks and then spins to turn awry, and return not to its rightful place, but life. Skin puckers into pleats and cockles, and solid colors become naught but a dusty, impoverished, ashen palette. And yet, as there are primary colors, what is so named life is also threefold. As a trinity, mankind encompasses three tribunal territories: pleasure, sin, and time. Millions of other properties accessorize this drunken season, but an ultimate dwindling shifts it ever so slowly into a downward corkscrew. “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” delivers an orgy of cognition and fantasia. It is all thanks to digital mechanics that fabulous Brad Pitt could be such a storyteller, even at the handicap of time where he lives from World War I to Hurricane Katrina. Benjamin Button lives an extravagant, lyrical, radiant life where time rewinds. He arrives from death and returns to what naught belongs to him at birth. After all, without death, life would cease to exist. It is a foreshadowing, life, an outwardly innocent harlequin personification of what people are so afraid of. After watching this movie, I feel...enlightened.
To die: to say that we are, also ends what we are. Thus the cast gives us an end and a story, but the question to bear and fly away with takes delay or the inst of action. Benjamin (Brad Pitt) runs counterclockwise from those that align around him. It is unsettling, this movie, and it is still resounding in my mind. “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” is adhered to Hollywood by one of the thinnest strings known to man so named F. Scott Fitzgerald and his short story of the 1920s. Such a string is used to floss the teeth of whatever oaf would do such a thing to poor Benjamin, condemning him to a life inextricable. This is a magical movie that is easy to admire, but for some, too heavy to love. It is a mythical saga alongside Eric Roth's clairvoyant screenplay where old, wrinkly Daisy (Cate Blanchett after hours of make-up) reminisces and retells her life to her daughter (Julia Ormond). The cardinal alignment of Benjamin's storytelling is periodically interrupted by Daisy's own last lifelines and grasps for life. It is a lifetime ago when the inevitable twosome had converged when Daisy was young and Benjamin was...not so. David Fincher's directing is a perfect balance between hard and soft, sweet and tart proportions – chiaroscuro as I would call it. The dimensions are so mind-blowingly chic and well-cut. I can't bring myself to say that this is a classic, but it is now a favorite fairytale of my own.
The digital and effectual breakthroughs throughout the movie are phenomenal even when standing alone. The exquisite technique abides by aging etiquette, and makes a time period unfeasible in a movie actually possible; the effects are not too overboard, however, which is wonderful. They somehow managed to find a flawless medium. The wisdom and sophistication of life and romance that this movie has resemble Zen and tranquility. It is not to say that the movie is flawless, however. At a near three hours, the movie appears to drag on for a while, yet it never seems to drag or burden me. Of course I had to get up and yawn after the movie's conclusion, but that's just a natural reaction to three hours in a proportionally imperfect movie theatre seat. The ambiance is whimsical yet picturesque and blasé. The acting makes everything almost believable. Ay, Benjamin's life is one in a million and beyond. Please do see "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" and witness his life of trajedy and joy, and witness his discovery of adventure, alcohol, and sex. There won't be a dry eye in the entire theatre. I give this movie a solid A-. And if your eyes are still as dry as sandpaper by the end of the movie, bah humbug! you're just a Scrooge. Merry Christmas!
REPORTER
Who could bear the heart-aching atrophy, heir to that of flesh and the laws' wrongs, and then fly to view the nobles cowedly and turn them awry. For the ensemble of mankind may know no boundaries or mourning, and man's death, we know noble, and love's consistence to shuffle and remain contumely, and be when we are with a name and identity and a sea of momentum. The quietus makes that of the unworthy and laden and shocks them, sicklied of time, the natural shocks and then spins to turn awry, and return not to its rightful place, but life. Skin puckers into pleats and cockles, and solid colors become naught but a dusty, impoverished, ashen palette. And yet, as there are primary colors, what is so named life is also threefold. As a trinity, mankind encompasses three tribunal territories: pleasure, sin, and time. Millions of other properties accessorize this drunken season, but an ultimate dwindling shifts it ever so slowly into a downward corkscrew. “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” delivers an orgy of cognition and fantasia. It is all thanks to digital mechanics that fabulous Brad Pitt could be such a storyteller, even at the handicap of time where he lives from World War I to Hurricane Katrina. Benjamin Button lives an extravagant, lyrical, radiant life where time rewinds. He arrives from death and returns to what naught belongs to him at birth. After all, without death, life would cease to exist. It is a foreshadowing, life, an outwardly innocent harlequin personification of what people are so afraid of. After watching this movie, I feel...enlightened.
To die: to say that we are, also ends what we are. Thus the cast gives us an end and a story, but the question to bear and fly away with takes delay or the inst of action. Benjamin (Brad Pitt) runs counterclockwise from those that align around him. It is unsettling, this movie, and it is still resounding in my mind. “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” is adhered to Hollywood by one of the thinnest strings known to man so named F. Scott Fitzgerald and his short story of the 1920s. Such a string is used to floss the teeth of whatever oaf would do such a thing to poor Benjamin, condemning him to a life inextricable. This is a magical movie that is easy to admire, but for some, too heavy to love. It is a mythical saga alongside Eric Roth's clairvoyant screenplay where old, wrinkly Daisy (Cate Blanchett after hours of make-up) reminisces and retells her life to her daughter (Julia Ormond). The cardinal alignment of Benjamin's storytelling is periodically interrupted by Daisy's own last lifelines and grasps for life. It is a lifetime ago when the inevitable twosome had converged when Daisy was young and Benjamin was...not so. David Fincher's directing is a perfect balance between hard and soft, sweet and tart proportions – chiaroscuro as I would call it. The dimensions are so mind-blowingly chic and well-cut. I can't bring myself to say that this is a classic, but it is now a favorite fairytale of my own.
The digital and effectual breakthroughs throughout the movie are phenomenal even when standing alone. The exquisite technique abides by aging etiquette, and makes a time period unfeasible in a movie actually possible; the effects are not too overboard, however, which is wonderful. They somehow managed to find a flawless medium. The wisdom and sophistication of life and romance that this movie has resemble Zen and tranquility. It is not to say that the movie is flawless, however. At a near three hours, the movie appears to drag on for a while, yet it never seems to drag or burden me. Of course I had to get up and yawn after the movie's conclusion, but that's just a natural reaction to three hours in a proportionally imperfect movie theatre seat. The ambiance is whimsical yet picturesque and blasé. The acting makes everything almost believable. Ay, Benjamin's life is one in a million and beyond. Please do see "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" and witness his life of trajedy and joy, and witness his discovery of adventure, alcohol, and sex. There won't be a dry eye in the entire theatre. I give this movie a solid A-. And if your eyes are still as dry as sandpaper by the end of the movie, bah humbug! you're just a Scrooge. Merry Christmas!