After trudging through miles of thick snow, shoulders hooked up to your ears, and your hat pulled down to your nose, you are relieved to see spherical silhouettes outline the horizon of the city of Chakhsky. You'd be forgiven for at first mistaking this vision of circles before you for clouds dotted against the blizzard skies.
Shuffling through the gates with eager anticipation, you can already feel the relief of a warm fire and quenched welcome of a hot drink. The brisk wind brings you back to reality. Between the shafts of falling snow, gleaming buildings bubble from beneath the stark contrast of white.
Stomping the snow off your boots as you walk down the icy streets, further into the city you notice that yours are the only fresh footprints pressed into the pavements.
Behind your layers of collars and scarves, your wandering eyes search inquisitively for the people of this curious city. In the oasis of the winter fields of Russia, you pull your coat tighter around your freezing body, skeptical that the weather may not be the only bitter characteristic of this city. To your relief, you spot an American style diner in the near distance. As you approach the diner you notice that it is missing it's familiar neon glow. Cupping your hands around your glassy eyes, your cold breath fogs up the windows as you peer through them. There are blown fuses, peeling paint, and worn leather seats.
The idea of the warm drink quickly fades as the truth of this city hits you. Long abandoned, the glossy fronts of the tall buildings reflect a sad and shallow history of Chakhsky; A delusional idea of the Big Apple built in a place it didn't belong.
What at first seemed charming and kitsch now only appears mismatched and out of place; the plastic fronts corroded away by young years of harsh climate. It is obvious that the dream in mind for this city was fast to fall. Though run down, the city has an eerily crisp, unused aura to it. What seemed like a refuge now feels like an ironic joke.
With a heavy heart, you too leave the city behind in search of a better place to stay.
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Monday, 19 December 2016
Wednesday, 9 November 2016
La Belle et la Bete 1946 Film Review
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| Fig. 1 La Belle et la Bete Film Poster |
'La Belle et La Bete' (1946), directed by Jean Cocteau, tells a tale of romance through use of haunting images and creative cinematography. The film is filled with Freudian symbols and suggestive themes which are made apparent throughout the script. Conventional in its approach of a traditional fairy tale, the character of the terrifying beast, beautiful princess and an evil villain remain consistent. In this review I would like to discuss the concept of the objectification of the female protagonist, and how this orthodox character trope is disputed in this 1946 rendition of 'Beauty and the Beast'.
Based on the fairy tale written by Madame LePrince de Beaumont, This French classic follows the story of Belle (Josette Day) and her family. After an unfortunate encounter with The Beast (Jean Marias), Belle's Father, Maurice (Marcel Andre) is given a painful choice to make. As punishment for stealing a rose from the Beast's garden, Maurice must either give up his own life, or one of his daughters. Belle refuses to let her father give up his life, saying "I'd rather be eaten alive by that monster, than die of grief at your loss." And travels to The Beast's castle in her father's place.
Throughout the film, Belle's character is presented in a very unusual way for a film that was released in the 1940s. It was common for films of this time period to objectify women, for them to be the damsel in distress that needed to be rescued by a masculine hero. From the beginning of the film Belle shows her independence and bravery; for example, offering herself to the beast in her father's place. When Belle is confronted by the beast for the first time, unsurprisingly, she faints out of shock. This could be a contradiction to the argument of Belle's character breaking out of the common stereotypes of female characters in film, however, Her reaction to meeting a man/monster hybrid seems justified and it would be odd if she were to have no reaction at all to the beast. Also, after overcoming her initial shock, Belle no longer seems to be afraid of the beast, but rather curious instead.
The film is filled with suspenseful moments, aided by the gothic visuals, surrealist elements,such as human furniture, and the intense soundtrack. There is a particular scene where Belle is to meet with the Beast for dinner,(see as she is instructed to "Every evening at 7 o'clock." The Beast is seen creeping up behind her extremely slowly. She senses his presence and freezes up, however her facial expressions show that she does not freeze with fear, but rather with anticipation. The dialogue between the Beast and Belle in this scene is particularly interesting and brings back the themes of suggestive symbolism. The Beast tell's her to "Not be afraid." To which Belle responds with "I'm not." showing that she can stand up for herself, even if she does feel threatened, she does not show this. "You are the Master." Says Belle, to which the Beast immediately responds with; "There is no master here but you." Reminding Belle that she is in charge. Every night at 7 o'clock, the Beast asks Belle: "will you be my wife?" To which Belle almost always refuses. saying that she will never marry him, however she eventually lets her guard down, having realised that the Beast is kind.
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