Close Encounters Of The Third Kind

I give it up for Steven Spielberg because he's very entertaining. This is his second film that I watch consiously and not as a kid, and I find myself really immersed in it. Usually, my attention span allows me to watch without interruptions a part of the movie that equals the length of an episode of Game of Thrones, and then I find something better to do and get back to the movie the next day, or worse.

But Close Encounters are amazing. I'm not a fan of alien stuff but I teared up during the last scenes where those small large-headed and thin aliens took away the main hero. And then others. It was really cute.

The fact that they used music for attracting the aliens and showing that their intentions are peaceful is great. It felt really in tune with everything out there, and it's really nice that the only people who seemed to rule that world were scientists. I don't think I saw any government officials, which is pretty great, although completely unrealistic.

Also, imagine if it all was happening in the era of Internet. Just - think about it. Wonderful, isn't it? But not equally poetic.

Inside Daisy Clover (1965)

It's more of a story about a teenager than of show business. Irrepressible power and desire to be free. This is why Daisy fell in love with Wade: he gave her freedom from the restraints of the world.

She doesn't care about trust, about lies. No one cares and everyone lies. Cheaters, money-seekers, fame-seekers, it's unpleasant but it's also distant. After all, Daisy doesn't let it get to her.

Wade is obviously supposed to be a bigger character because he says smart astute things, like "What is it that makes us rich, successful and unhappy?"; "Poor rich lonely lovely Mrs.Swan" (yeah, I wrote down these quotes, doesn't make me a hipster). The author is speaking through him but it's so quite and unimportant. It's just a small part, yet it does add to the atmosphere of the film as a whole. According to wikipedia, it's the first representation of a gay character in media who doesn't kill himself or is ashamed of his sexuality. Well, he obviously doesn't care and he keeps doing what he's doing because it's what he does best.

Also, I'm not sure there was such good editing in the 1930-s. Jumping around the stars? Hmm...