Thanks for the kudos LG. :) "He who should not be named"... chuckle. :D
When I posted my thanks for the link you posted, somehow I had ended up at a Baraka Part 1, which only went up to the dark turn in the film, and that is all I had seen. I loved the nature scenes and the indigenous people scenes. I especially loved the monkey in the hot spring at the beginning of the film. Anyway, I clicked your link again and saw that I had missed over half the film. :o Oh my, yes...a dark turn. My internal systems felt revolt once the robotic conditions started. And I don't think I'll ever get the baby chick images out of my head. It's hard to put to words all the different emotions the film evokes and the realities that it drives home. I guess that (hard to put into words) is why there are no words in the film. Speaking of robotic work, I worked in a factory 2 times in my life. Once I lasted 9 days; the other 3 months. Both jobs involved sanding machines. One was sanding arms for chairs; the other was deburring small parts (the same parts) for airplanes. The same thing over and over and over, forty hours a week with a 30 minute lunch break and two 15-minute breaks each day. With the deburring airplane parts I would tell myself that I had to get the burrs off the small parts for the plane to be safe; trying to give more purpose to the work. It was maddening. I know some people spend their entire lives doing stuff like that, and it almost amazes me. I developed a new respect for factory workers after enduring such. Thanks again! Happy 2013... :) --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 wrote: > > Hi Carol...yes indeed, I remember you, and have enjoying reading your toss & > ripple blog (great name BTW!). I hope the current situation with he who must > not be named comes to some resolution soon. > > Am glad you enjoyed Baraka. Both movies take that dark turn about halfway > through that makes me very uncomfortable (the chickens, the robotic human > condition, more chickens, etc.) but then seems to find some resolution at the > end. Maybe a statement about how life goes on in an evolutionary direction > and once again emerges in spite of the negativity and human failings? A very > ambitious, different, and meaningful undertaking by Fricke. > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Carol" wrote: > > > > Thanks for the link laughinggull. I had not seen Baraka. Thoroughly enjoyed > > it and have now shared it with some other folks. > > > > PS: I'm oneperson from over on blogspot. We interacted a bit previously in > > the blogosphere. Hope you are well. :) > > > > ********* > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 wrote: > > > > > > A very similar film (i.e. images alone set to haunting music) by Ron > > > Fricke is Baraka (1992) and is available in it entirety here: > > > > > > http://youtu.be/gEyguwQalCI > > > > > > Samsara (http://barakasamsara.com/#) toured the country for showing at > > > select theaters last summer and I was fortunate to see it on the big > > > screen at one of these showings. And I must agree Barry about some of the > > > "Whoa" scenes. My two favorites were the lush green India landscape with > > > all the temples at the beginning and the female Thai dancers with all the > > > arms at the end. > > > > > > However, although I enjoyed it, viewing it once was enough for me. > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb wrote: > > > > > > > > As a term, samsara has become associated with the idea that the relative > > > > existence that we live in and perceive each day is an illusion. *As* an > > > > illusion, say those who coined the term, it is not worth pursuing or > > > > paying that much attention to. > > > > > > > > I suggest humbly to people who believe this that they are fuckin' crazy. > > > > > > > > Samsara (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0770802/ > > > > ) the 2011 film by Ron Fricke, > > > > should not be confused with Samsara > > > > (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0196069/?ref_=fn_al_tt_2 > > > > ), the 2001 film > > > > by Pan Nalin, also excellent, but in a different way. The new Samsara is > > > > basically nothing more (nor less) than a series of images of the > > > > relative existence that we live in and perceive each day, set to music. > > > > > > > > And those images are beautiful. Stunningly beautiful. Breathtakingly > > > > beautiful. As is relative existence itself, whatever its ups and downs. > > > > > > > > Life. Death. Rebirth. LIFE. > > > > > > > > I really *feel* for those who believe that the relative is somehow > > > > inferior to what they consider the Absolute, and thus is something to be > > > > avoided or shunned. They're really missing out. This film shows you how > > > > much they're missing out ON. > > > > > > > > There were just so many scenes in which my initial reaction was "Whoa! > > > > Where the FUCK is that on planet Earth? And why haven't I been there > > > > yet?" I exceeded my "Whoa!" quotient within the first fifteen minutes of > > > > watching Samsara. > > > > > > > > I simply don't understand the drive that some people feel to "get off > > > > the wheel" and end incarnation on this rock. What whiners. This rock > > > > rocks. I simply don't get anyone who doesn't get that. > > > > > > > > See this one in a theatre or in the highest definition you can afford, > > > > because it was originally filmed in 70mm, and it shows. > > > > > > > > > >
