saw a lovely movie.
Man on Wire is a sweet documentary about Philippe Petit- a high-wire walker.
The movie was beautiful.
To watch the 1974 footage of Petit gracefully and defiantly orchestrate this scene is so strange and quiet and comforting (at least for me it was).
The film makers never once mention the events of September 11, 2001. The choice to do so creates a potent experience. As I/we inevitably associate scenes of planes diving into buildings
and bodies falling
and all of the other devastating impossibilities- with the sight of the towers. And well, as a viewer, you almost prepare yourself to be devastated- (the association is so strong, the psychic wounds so deep).
And here you are watching the initial construction of the towers and the scenes are whole and people aren’t broken………but yet you wait- bracing yourself for those moments when you will have to relive the sadness.
but the crumbling towers aren’t a part of this story.
It is instead a story of creation and absurdity and a different set of impossibilities………
There was something healing about the experience- something comforting.
A sigh of relief came when it was just- a sweet, absurd story
with Gymnopedie No. 1