Last night I watched the movie Hero, a 2002 flick starring Jet Li. Grazie, John (my brother), for allowing your considerable DVD collection to be without it for so long. “That particular piece was on loan from my brother’s collection” – sounds like art. Grazie is I-talian for “thank you” – sounds cultured, no?
It’s rare that I sit still long enough to watch even a 90-minute movie like this one, but on the occasions that I do, it’s often well-worth it (from a state-of-mind perspective). I don’t own a tv (laptop), so this kind of non-interactive visual stimulation is unusual for me. That said, it’s important for me to unplug my brain every once in a while – to let something else besides my own will spin the wheels for a bit (deja vu – have I said this recently?).
This particular film – and being that I know the difference between a “movie” and a “film”, I am comfortable with the appellation “film” – I found to be a very worthwhile enterprise. It’s set in feudal China and the themes underlying the plot are of honor, duty, and love – all, to my mind, worthy subjects of thought. The cinematography (by which I mean camera angles, scene setup, and the general “look and feel” of the film) was excellent: the landscapes and architecture were very soothing to the eye (and thus, to the mind).
Because of the optical and intellectual qualities of the film – simultaneously soothing and stimulating – my brainwaves were able to return from their workday choppiness to a relatively still, reflective pool.
And that’s about it. Sometimes it sucks to be able to say things succinctly. Watching Hero was just what I needed last night – it gave the hamster a break. I even went to bed early.