The Ghost of A Memorable Storyteller

Broken images, long silence, abrupt end, forever remembered. What happens when someone just left, so suddenly. I wished I knew him earlier, I wished I read his words long before all these, but it remained a wish. Distance, difference, departure, yet it left a dent in my heart, though I hardly knew him. It was only through his eyes of how the world of moving images should be - should feel like, should look like, how his characters in the films should talk and react to one another that I got a glimpse of how he sees this world. His words were poetic, his images vivid and unforgettable, his stories were always told in the most enganging manner. The sand of desert will soon cover the trail of this once important director, the cold mountain mourns of sorrows, echoeing through the depth of the long empty valleys, the many facets of an artistic creator will soon fade away but we will always remember him as one of the greatest storytellers of our time.

Love For The Love of Love Stories

Paris Je T'aime (2007)

I was sold by the trailer, and I thought to myself, maybe I should give this film a go. I have always loved love story and better still, this is kind of a compilation of so many of them, in one go! Cool. Off I went into the theatre and realized that I was only one of the audiences among the three of us there...good, that's the way I like it, at times, a little peace and quiet while watching a movie. No fancy opening but as we move along, I started to experience the many facets of love, many different interpretations of this very primitive yet long journeyed and forever evolving emotion called LOVE. It could be explained, it could be filmed, it could be spoken, translated, digested, felt, touched, held, smelt, tasted, argued, confronted, comforted, yet, it could be none of them at the same time. It can be as tangible as it can be, yet so intangible at the same time. It's full of opposite attractions: explosion, conflicts, confusion, sophistication, incomprehensible. That's how intoxicated we are about love. Love can be fast and it can be slow, it can be beautiful, it can also be an ugly beast when love no longer exist in your own dictionary, as if those words just disappeared, without a trace, like a whisper into your tender soft ears. I love you, I love you no more...the very next second...like how a husband decided to love his wife again when he found out that she is sick, and broke the heart of another woman he was having an affair with...we dread the heartaches that it brings along, yet we can't live without it. Chris Doyle's one stood out, among all, but I loved most of them. How best to talk about love? I guess with a collage of this series of shorts about LOVE. It felt disjointed, as a film, after awhile, but it works as a documentation of how human perceive love to be and of course, PARIS, the place where it all happens, so they say...