Monday, 3 November 2008

(*FINALLY, REPRISE!@




It was never so much about what I missed, story-wise, but the way what I missed was shown. How it ended, the story, was less important than how it ended visually. I remember being really annoyed by not having seen the ending. It was the main reason and the real eye-opener, of why nowadays I never, but really NEVER, go drink something before the start of a movie. At least, not when I'm about to see it at a cinema. When I'm at home playing it myself I can put it on hold and start it again whenever I want. I love Reprise. I really do. It's a film which shows how important the wrapping of something is, the way the product is presented. I mean, every story almost is the same or is about the same things. Boy, girl, in love etc. But it's the way how you tell it that makes it special and different from the rest. Joachim Trier achieves just that. He has made of Reprise this perfect atmospheric film by the way he edits, mixes up images with dialogue coming from different scenes, having characters move their lips, but the conversation being heard taking place at a different time. Reprise feels so fresh and so daring. It's so full of details. Yesterday after watching C.R.A.Z.Y. I watched the making-of of the film and I realized again how everything you shoot, the images, all of it, is just only to have content. There's a story in your head that you want to tell. But in order to do so you need content, you need the visuals. Those thoughts in your head translated into filmic images. Once you have your content you can start telling your story by editing it. That's what all of this really is about. All these directors want to do is tell a story and the way they want to tell it depends on the content they shoot. Between the writing down of the story and the editing process is this large gap. Without content the director can't tell anything. You need those images.

Here are some words by Mr. Joachim Trier himself, showing all the different layers which Reprise contains. It's about two young wannabe writers trying to write in fresh ways and being different in order to be able and distinguish oneself from the rest, while the film itself is so cut up and kind of questions this whole idea about what real writing is about. Also, the idea of the artist who goes mad, the mad scientist in a way, who suffers because of his art, his creative yearnings. Oh, and Mr. Trier is a former skateboarding champion. Coolness.

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