Re: Latest movie you watched (1-10 scale)
Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 1:56 am
godfather part 2 - 9.5/10
Move along Paulo's boss. Nothing to see here.
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PART THREE
EXT. CITY – JACK (ADULT) – THE FUTURE
Jack, an adult now, wakes up from his reverie His soul has come to life. He sees the order of things, the sanity of the creative scheme; a moral purpose underlying all.
Now, before his eyes, the future unfolds.
THE WOLD IN RUINS – THE GREAT TRIBULATION
Scenes from the Congo, from Bangladesh, Iraq and Chad. Children stranded by a flood; their mute, inquiring eyes. Dry, abandoned wells. Riots, fires. Grief and dread have seized the earth.
EXT. NEW EARTH – THE FAMILY OF MAN
The music shifts to a major key. The C minor of the chaos section is resolved into a triumphant E flat major as, after the great catastrophe, a new earth appears; a new land of the spirit.
Evil is overcome, wrong is set right. Men lay down their arms. Manacles are undone. Bolts and locks fly open. Black embraces white, Muslim Jew. Man recovers his lost inheritance. The soul is reconciled with nature.
Women from Guatemala, India, Kenya, Greenland: They smile at their children. Scenes of peace and harmony: from the Dordogne, from Bhutan and Switzerland, and other happy lands where the earth is still a garden.
THE END OF THE EARTH (CGI) – BLACK SKY – MUSIC
The last days of the earth. Man has long since left its surface to seek asylum on worlds yet unknown. The atmosphere has vanished. The seas have boiled away. The land melts. Lava streams down the naked hills.
Trumpets sound as the sun swells outward, spewing its last reserves of energy into the night of space.
The earth skims through an envelope of luminous white gas, in eventless rounds.
THE DYING SUN (CGI) – PLANETARY NEBULA – TENDER MUSIC
The dying sun collapses to a fraction of its former size, a white dwarf now.
All man’s sacrifices, his work, his suffering and genius are gone without a trace. Nothing seems the better or worse for it, nothing improved or diminished. He was here one day, swept away the next.
The sun, torn from its axis, drifts through space without purpose or direction, an undistinquished cinder glowing with a faint blue light, no brighter than today’s full moon.
Behind it, like a lost child, trails a remnant of the earth.
NEW WORLDS, IMAGINARY LIFE (CGI) – PANDROMEDA
New worlds spring up from the ashes of the old. New suns, with new planets in their spheres. Numberless galaxies, in a universe without center or circumference.
As the universe grows older, life assumes new forms. It runs like a fire to the uttermost reaches of space and time – breaks free of its confinement to mortal flesh – resolves itself into the unbounded and ethereal – into spirit, light.
DEGENERATE ERA (CGI) – A THOUSAND TRILLION YEARS FROM NOW – LAST WORLDS PERISHING – DEATH OF THE UNIVERSE – END OF TIME
At length these new worlds perish like those which preceded them. Their mountains burn like tar. Their suns go out like candles in the wind. Stars are scattered like chaff, and the heavens roll up like a scroll.
The expansion of the universe accelerates. The galaxies recede out of sight of each other. All but those in our local group become invisible. Gradually, as they run out of hydrogen, star formation ceases. Only brown and white dwarfs remain, with neutron stars, black holes, atoms the size of the Milky Way, and other bizarre products of this era. With each passing year they drift farther and farther apart from each other.
Night sinks into a deeper night. Now and then there is a burst of light as two dwarfs collide to form a new star.
When there is nothing left to devour, the black holes themselves evaporate away.
All dies, even death itself. Time comes to a close, and all is as it was in the beginning.
Shall the creation leave off here? Has death no purpose, great as life’s?
The same triumphant music accompanies the departure of these celestial scenes as greeted their arrival at the start of our story, when the stars were first born. A hymn of joy.
Though all that lives is doomed to die, something yet remains. Though even our universe is not eternal, there yet is that which is.
THE MULTIVERSE (CGI) – MULTIPLE BIG BANGS – THIRD EXPANSION
From the sadness and gloom of the last night, new universes burst forth, one rising out of the other, a fountain of light.
Creation is eternal birth. A beginning without end. It happens in every instant of time.
The same power which burns in the stars and nebulae burns equally in us. Our being is a miracle, equal with the creation of the universe, and like the universe, each day is created anew.
For a third time, the cosmos expands. Universes froth and dance like bubbles in a pot of boiling water. Most contain no life – unstable seas of neutrinos, photons and electrons, incapable of combining to form any higher structure – but what can we say of the countless others?
We have reviewed the whole of time, in order that we might see what is without beginning or end – without growth, without decay – eternity revealing itself in the phenomena of time – as active in undoing as in doing.
TIGHT ON JACK (30) – DAWN
The first shafts of dawn reach into the city of desolation.
EXT. CITY – CROSSROADS – DAWN
Jack finds himself at the edge of the city. A choice is offered him: he may either go back into the labyrinth where he wandered so long, or come out into the unknown and unfamiliar.
EXT. WALL, RAMPS, DOOR – REIMERS RANCH SET – DAWN
He sees a ramp, a ladder, a gateway, a door.
gathering of the juggalos his courage, he goes forward. The door is ajar. He stands at the threshold. There is no sound of life, only the wind. What lies on the other side? Does he dare to see?
One step, and he is through
EXT. FIELD BEYOND THE WALL – SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC
He stands in a field beyond the wall, which already seems to lie far behind him. He hears the singing of cicadas. The land is dry. He looks for water. He will not find it here
EXT. SLOT CANYON – GOBLIN VALLEY – SLICKROCK (UTAH) WITH TIME LAPSE OF FLOWING WATER, CLOUDS - _________________ CLIMB
He passes through the narrow defile of a slot canyon. His heart pounds with dread. He climbs through the rock.
He sees a coral snake on the ground. This and other images from his past gradually take shape – assume a sense they did not have before. At last he begins to understand the meaning and the pattern of his life. Everything seems a clue, and oracle: the nighthawk overhead, the rising moon, the faint sound of a guitar.
EXT. STREAM – POOL AMONG PETRIFIED DUNES – DAWN
A stream runs through the rock. He approaches it. A canyon wren is singing. He kneels down beside the rock. He drinks from it. He bathes his face and neck.
We have traveled up the river of time – ascended, from nature to the soul.
Paradise is not a place here or there. The soul is paradise; it opens before us; here, today. The humblest things show it. We live in the eternal, even now.
EXT. SUNFLOWER FIELD
Sunflowers, their heads turned towards their source: the unseen sun, illuminating all with its bright shafts, pressing eagerly through chinks and cracks, driving the darkness before it –
EXT. LAND OF THE DEAD – MIST – DUST – CAVE/SEA/CITY/QUARRY – UTAH SALT FLATS – MONO LAKE – GRASSLAND – BOMARZO – DAWN
Dawn tints the high clouds as a fresh wind finds its way into the land of death, at the end of that road from which there is no return, where men sit in darkness, where dust is their food.
The mists dissolve away. Light breaks through a high window, awakening the dead. The sleepers open their eyes, look about. They rise up exultant, changed – fresh as they were in the days of their youth.
They gather from different places – all who have ever lived. They ascend towards the light at the mouth of a cave. They come out of the city streets where they last walked – out of quarries and abandoned factories, and up from the depths of the sea.
Their faces are covered with ash. Each wears that costume which indicates his character or occupation while he was alive: a ball gown, a cassock, a military uniform or simply his Sunday best. One drags a chain; another pushes a large ball. Gradually, as though at the close of a masquerade, they put these disguises aside.
They stop by a pool to wash their faces. Their features grow more distinct.
They wander over a salt flat. At first the ground is dry and cracked. Then, with mounting excitement, they discover water beneath their feet. Ahead lies a mountain. Rain clouds stand above its peak.
Shoots of young grass spring up through the hard ground.
EXT. SAND DUNES – REUNION AND REBIRTH
Men and women embrace in the dawn, reunited at last. Husband and wife, mother and child, greet each other in joy and awe. Eagerly they tell each other all that has happened. The ages since they last saw each other have passed off like a dream. Here there is no before or after.
EXT. SHORE OF ETERNITY – MUSIC OF UNBOUNDED JOY
They go down toward the shore, entranced by a growing brightness in the east. They speak with each other in whispers.
The shore teems with people now. Water laps at their feet. A crown lies cast down on the wet sand. Mrs. Stone finds her son, Mrs. McKeever her husband. Jack sees other figures from his past: Mr. Reese, O.C., his grandmother and his uncle, Betty and Rush, Cayler and others: the prisoner, the lame man, Marsha and Robert. It is as though they were coming together in one great chorus.
This is the end of the voyage of life. The music sings: all came from love, to love all shall return.
Jack has crossed over death’s threshold, gone beyond space and time, to some greater life which includes death within it.
HIS BROTHER
Now from a distance, he hears that sweet voice which he trusts most in all the world.
JACK
Brother!
As RL approaches, Jack reaches out and takes his hand. We see him from the back; never face on.
JACK (CONT’D)
I’ve found you.
They melt into each other’s arms. Here, in the eternal, they have not been apart.
The walls of the world fly away. It can hold them no longer. They know each other in that which is without end.
MOTHER AND FATHER
Turning, Jack sees his mother, father and Steve looing on. He leads RL towards them.
MOTHER
Is it you?
RL wipes the tears from her eyes.
MOTHER (CONT’D)
You!
She embraces her lost son. She touches his hands, his face, ecstatic. Wonder! Unspeakable joy!
FATHER
my autistic son!
Now, with open arms, his father comes towards him. Love unites what death and suffering have put asunder. He turns to his wife. She caresses her child’s hair. She looks at the strangers who are standing by, as though to ask if she is dreaming. She looks at Jack. She nods. Her grief is cured. Her doubts are ended.
JACK (O.S.)
What you are can’t die.
The plain and ordinary has become a door to the infinite. He lives in that which neither comes into being nor passes away.
He takes his mother’s hands. The music drops away. He knows love and not its semblance. The world itself is music now.
ETERNITY
Dawn approaches.
We pass beyond death. We arrive at the eternal, the real – at that which neither flowers nor fades, which neither comes into being nor passes away – that in which we might live forever. Hitherto all has been mere image; all that we think solid and permanent. Space, time, evanescent all; images only, the purpose and last end elsewhere; the life of life.
Eternity – that realm of pure and endless light – how shall we represent it? A ladder leading up into a tree. Sparks flying up from a fire. A bridge. A kiss. A solitary island.
A single image might serve better than several combined. The whole creation in the figure of a tree. The smallest leaf communicates with the lowest root, all parts feeding on the same sap, breathing in the same air and sunlight, drawing the same life up from the darkness of the earth below.
Simple images, captured with a pinhole camera. After the nervous movements of time, we see that of which time is a moving picture.
A child; the similarity in form between the shape of his ear and that of an oyster shell, between the cowlick at the crown of his head and a galaxy. A lotus, its stalks rising clear of the water; its leaf to which nothing clings. Sequoias. A rose, unfolding. Life surpassing itself.
A locomotive approaches the end of a tunnel. The light draws closer. Soon it shall burst out into the day. No longer a blind mechanism, it has become (quick dissolves, quick cuts) a river – living, flowing – the pure waters of the river of life, rushing down from a mountain peak.
Winter has passed. The leafless woods our hero wandered in are green and cool, murmurous with the song of birds.
You separate the true from the false. You, to whom all things return, from whom all proceed; in whom they are; the beginning of things and their last end; the goal of each and all.
The whole of the picture has been a sifting. The chaff flies away, the kernel remains. Something lives in you that shall outlast the stars.
EXT. SHORE
As Jack watches, his mother spreads her arms towards her children, restored to faith and happiness, reconciled to life.
Now he sees that it was she – his mysterious guide, the guardian of his heart, the source of his moral being. She is the mother of all creation. All flows out of her; she is the gateway, the door. She smiles through all things.
Through her the eternal sought him. From out of her mouth it spoke. Through her life and actions she brought them near it.
MOTHER (O.S)
Fear no longer. You shall find me.
The camera rises with the music’s circling strings – over the trees, over the hills and plains. Now there is rest. The peace of eternity spreads about him, and all is as it was in the beginning.
EXT. CITY
Rain. Weeds in the cracks of a sidewalk. Children playing. We are back with Jack in the city. Even in these streets, the eternal shines. This is God’s world, and not an infinite plain of chaos and sorrow after all.
Though he must linger here a while yet, he will not despair. A new life lies before him. A faith which sees through death.
MOTHER (O.S.)
Know that I am.
EXT. O’BRIEN HOUSE
We return to the present, to the noise and confusion of the everyday, to the place we set out from. We see it now as though for the first time What seemed plain and familiar glows with radiance it did not display before. We have found the infinite in the everyday, the commonplace.
Jack looks about. Will the revelation be forgotten? Will it seem a passing fancy – a dream?
Inside the house, his father is playing the piano. His mother has gone into the backyard. A bell sounds.
The great oak tree stands like a sentient being – thoughtful, benevolent – looking down on him.
He puts his ear against the trunk and listens for those words that, it was foretold, would destroy the evil in men’s hearts and bring them good.
The camera rises up through the branches, cranes up and up until it breaks out of the canopy of leaves into the sky above.
All ends in peace, as music does. The last chord melts into ordinary production sound. Time has reappeared; resumed its sway.
And still the vision is not the journey. The real journey has yet to begin.
Will he give himself to this new life? Does he dare?
A stranger, smiling.
A threshold.
A star.
THE END
question of my lifecaldwell.the.great wrote:who is Febtis?
before I write anything else, I want to say a couple things about thisNecrometer wrote:okay, apparently they exclusively included the stupid parts of the initially planned ending:that would've been greatSPOILERSPOILER_SHOWPART THREE
EXT. CITY – JACK (ADULT) – THE FUTURE
Jack, an adult now, wakes up from his reverie His soul has come to life. He sees the order of things, the sanity of the creative scheme; a moral purpose underlying all.
Now, before his eyes, the future unfolds.
THE WOLD IN RUINS – THE GREAT TRIBULATION
Scenes from the Congo, from Bangladesh, Iraq and Chad. Children stranded by a flood; their mute, inquiring eyes. Dry, abandoned wells. Riots, fires. Grief and dread have seized the earth.
EXT. NEW EARTH – THE FAMILY OF MAN
The music shifts to a major key. The C minor of the chaos section is resolved into a triumphant E flat major as, after the great catastrophe, a new earth appears; a new land of the spirit.
Evil is overcome, wrong is set right. Men lay down their arms. Manacles are undone. Bolts and locks fly open. Black embraces white, Muslim Jew. Man recovers his lost inheritance. The soul is reconciled with nature.
Women from Guatemala, India, Kenya, Greenland: They smile at their children. Scenes of peace and harmony: from the Dordogne, from Bhutan and Switzerland, and other happy lands where the earth is still a garden.
THE END OF THE EARTH (CGI) – BLACK SKY – MUSIC
The last days of the earth. Man has long since left its surface to seek asylum on worlds yet unknown. The atmosphere has vanished. The seas have boiled away. The land melts. Lava streams down the naked hills.
Trumpets sound as the sun swells outward, spewing its last reserves of energy into the night of space.
The earth skims through an envelope of luminous white gas, in eventless rounds.
THE DYING SUN (CGI) – PLANETARY NEBULA – TENDER MUSIC
The dying sun collapses to a fraction of its former size, a white dwarf now.
All man’s sacrifices, his work, his suffering and genius are gone without a trace. Nothing seems the better or worse for it, nothing improved or diminished. He was here one day, swept away the next.
The sun, torn from its axis, drifts through space without purpose or direction, an undistinquished cinder glowing with a faint blue light, no brighter than today’s full moon.
Behind it, like a lost child, trails a remnant of the earth.
NEW WORLDS, IMAGINARY LIFE (CGI) – PANDROMEDA
New worlds spring up from the ashes of the old. New suns, with new planets in their spheres. Numberless galaxies, in a universe without center or circumference.
As the universe grows older, life assumes new forms. It runs like a fire to the uttermost reaches of space and time – breaks free of its confinement to mortal flesh – resolves itself into the unbounded and ethereal – into spirit, light.
DEGENERATE ERA (CGI) – A THOUSAND TRILLION YEARS FROM NOW – LAST WORLDS PERISHING – DEATH OF THE UNIVERSE – END OF TIME
At length these new worlds perish like those which preceded them. Their mountains burn like tar. Their suns go out like candles in the wind. Stars are scattered like chaff, and the heavens roll up like a scroll.
The expansion of the universe accelerates. The galaxies recede out of sight of each other. All but those in our local group become invisible. Gradually, as they run out of hydrogen, star formation ceases. Only brown and white dwarfs remain, with neutron stars, black holes, atoms the size of the Milky Way, and other bizarre products of this era. With each passing year they drift farther and farther apart from each other.
Night sinks into a deeper night. Now and then there is a burst of light as two dwarfs collide to form a new star.
When there is nothing left to devour, the black holes themselves evaporate away.
All dies, even death itself. Time comes to a close, and all is as it was in the beginning.
Shall the creation leave off here? Has death no purpose, great as life’s?
The same triumphant music accompanies the departure of these celestial scenes as greeted their arrival at the start of our story, when the stars were first born. A hymn of joy.
Though all that lives is doomed to die, something yet remains. Though even our universe is not eternal, there yet is that which is.
THE MULTIVERSE (CGI) – MULTIPLE BIG BANGS – THIRD EXPANSION
From the sadness and gloom of the last night, new universes burst forth, one rising out of the other, a fountain of light.
Creation is eternal birth. A beginning without end. It happens in every instant of time.
The same power which burns in the stars and nebulae burns equally in us. Our being is a miracle, equal with the creation of the universe, and like the universe, each day is created anew.
For a third time, the cosmos expands. Universes froth and dance like bubbles in a pot of boiling water. Most contain no life – unstable seas of neutrinos, photons and electrons, incapable of combining to form any higher structure – but what can we say of the countless others?
We have reviewed the whole of time, in order that we might see what is without beginning or end – without growth, without decay – eternity revealing itself in the phenomena of time – as active in undoing as in doing.
TIGHT ON JACK (30) – DAWN
The first shafts of dawn reach into the city of desolation.
EXT. CITY – CROSSROADS – DAWN
Jack finds himself at the edge of the city. A choice is offered him: he may either go back into the labyrinth where he wandered so long, or come out into the unknown and unfamiliar.
EXT. WALL, RAMPS, DOOR – REIMERS RANCH SET – DAWN
He sees a ramp, a ladder, a gateway, a door.
gathering of the juggalos his courage, he goes forward. The door is ajar. He stands at the threshold. There is no sound of life, only the wind. What lies on the other side? Does he dare to see?
One step, and he is through
EXT. FIELD BEYOND THE WALL – SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC
He stands in a field beyond the wall, which already seems to lie far behind him. He hears the singing of cicadas. The land is dry. He looks for water. He will not find it here
EXT. SLOT CANYON – GOBLIN VALLEY – SLICKROCK (UTAH) WITH TIME LAPSE OF FLOWING WATER, CLOUDS - _________________ CLIMB
He passes through the narrow defile of a slot canyon. His heart pounds with dread. He climbs through the rock.
He sees a coral snake on the ground. This and other images from his past gradually take shape – assume a sense they did not have before. At last he begins to understand the meaning and the pattern of his life. Everything seems a clue, and oracle: the nighthawk overhead, the rising moon, the faint sound of a guitar.
EXT. STREAM – POOL AMONG PETRIFIED DUNES – DAWN
A stream runs through the rock. He approaches it. A canyon wren is singing. He kneels down beside the rock. He drinks from it. He bathes his face and neck.
We have traveled up the river of time – ascended, from nature to the soul.
Paradise is not a place here or there. The soul is paradise; it opens before us; here, today. The humblest things show it. We live in the eternal, even now.
EXT. SUNFLOWER FIELD
Sunflowers, their heads turned towards their source: the unseen sun, illuminating all with its bright shafts, pressing eagerly through chinks and cracks, driving the darkness before it –
EXT. LAND OF THE DEAD – MIST – DUST – CAVE/SEA/CITY/QUARRY – UTAH SALT FLATS – MONO LAKE – GRASSLAND – BOMARZO – DAWN
Dawn tints the high clouds as a fresh wind finds its way into the land of death, at the end of that road from which there is no return, where men sit in darkness, where dust is their food.
The mists dissolve away. Light breaks through a high window, awakening the dead. The sleepers open their eyes, look about. They rise up exultant, changed – fresh as they were in the days of their youth.
They gather from different places – all who have ever lived. They ascend towards the light at the mouth of a cave. They come out of the city streets where they last walked – out of quarries and abandoned factories, and up from the depths of the sea.
Their faces are covered with ash. Each wears that costume which indicates his character or occupation while he was alive: a ball gown, a cassock, a military uniform or simply his Sunday best. One drags a chain; another pushes a large ball. Gradually, as though at the close of a masquerade, they put these disguises aside.
They stop by a pool to wash their faces. Their features grow more distinct.
They wander over a salt flat. At first the ground is dry and cracked. Then, with mounting excitement, they discover water beneath their feet. Ahead lies a mountain. Rain clouds stand above its peak.
Shoots of young grass spring up through the hard ground.
EXT. SAND DUNES – REUNION AND REBIRTH
Men and women embrace in the dawn, reunited at last. Husband and wife, mother and child, greet each other in joy and awe. Eagerly they tell each other all that has happened. The ages since they last saw each other have passed off like a dream. Here there is no before or after.
EXT. SHORE OF ETERNITY – MUSIC OF UNBOUNDED JOY
They go down toward the shore, entranced by a growing brightness in the east. They speak with each other in whispers.
The shore teems with people now. Water laps at their feet. A crown lies cast down on the wet sand. Mrs. Stone finds her son, Mrs. McKeever her husband. Jack sees other figures from his past: Mr. Reese, O.C., his grandmother and his uncle, Betty and Rush, Cayler and others: the prisoner, the lame man, Marsha and Robert. It is as though they were coming together in one great chorus.
This is the end of the voyage of life. The music sings: all came from love, to love all shall return.
Jack has crossed over death’s threshold, gone beyond space and time, to some greater life which includes death within it.
HIS BROTHER
Now from a distance, he hears that sweet voice which he trusts most in all the world.
JACK
Brother!
As RL approaches, Jack reaches out and takes his hand. We see him from the back; never face on.
JACK (CONT’D)
I’ve found you.
They melt into each other’s arms. Here, in the eternal, they have not been apart.
The walls of the world fly away. It can hold them no longer. They know each other in that which is without end.
MOTHER AND FATHER
Turning, Jack sees his mother, father and Steve looing on. He leads RL towards them.
MOTHER
Is it you?
RL wipes the tears from her eyes.
MOTHER (CONT’D)
You!
She embraces her lost son. She touches his hands, his face, ecstatic. Wonder! Unspeakable joy!
FATHER
my autistic son!
Now, with open arms, his father comes towards him. Love unites what death and suffering have put asunder. He turns to his wife. She caresses her child’s hair. She looks at the strangers who are standing by, as though to ask if she is dreaming. She looks at Jack. She nods. Her grief is cured. Her doubts are ended.
JACK (O.S.)
What you are can’t die.
The plain and ordinary has become a door to the infinite. He lives in that which neither comes into being nor passes away.
He takes his mother’s hands. The music drops away. He knows love and not its semblance. The world itself is music now.
ETERNITY
Dawn approaches.
We pass beyond death. We arrive at the eternal, the real – at that which neither flowers nor fades, which neither comes into being nor passes away – that in which we might live forever. Hitherto all has been mere image; all that we think solid and permanent. Space, time, evanescent all; images only, the purpose and last end elsewhere; the life of life.
Eternity – that realm of pure and endless light – how shall we represent it? A ladder leading up into a tree. Sparks flying up from a fire. A bridge. A kiss. A solitary island.
A single image might serve better than several combined. The whole creation in the figure of a tree. The smallest leaf communicates with the lowest root, all parts feeding on the same sap, breathing in the same air and sunlight, drawing the same life up from the darkness of the earth below.
Simple images, captured with a pinhole camera. After the nervous movements of time, we see that of which time is a moving picture.
A child; the similarity in form between the shape of his ear and that of an oyster shell, between the cowlick at the crown of his head and a galaxy. A lotus, its stalks rising clear of the water; its leaf to which nothing clings. Sequoias. A rose, unfolding. Life surpassing itself.
A locomotive approaches the end of a tunnel. The light draws closer. Soon it shall burst out into the day. No longer a blind mechanism, it has become (quick dissolves, quick cuts) a river – living, flowing – the pure waters of the river of life, rushing down from a mountain peak.
Winter has passed. The leafless woods our hero wandered in are green and cool, murmurous with the song of birds.
You separate the true from the false. You, to whom all things return, from whom all proceed; in whom they are; the beginning of things and their last end; the goal of each and all.
The whole of the picture has been a sifting. The chaff flies away, the kernel remains. Something lives in you that shall outlast the stars.
EXT. SHORE
As Jack watches, his mother spreads her arms towards her children, restored to faith and happiness, reconciled to life.
Now he sees that it was she – his mysterious guide, the guardian of his heart, the source of his moral being. She is the mother of all creation. All flows out of her; she is the gateway, the door. She smiles through all things.
Through her the eternal sought him. From out of her mouth it spoke. Through her life and actions she brought them near it.
MOTHER (O.S)
Fear no longer. You shall find me.
The camera rises with the music’s circling strings – over the trees, over the hills and plains. Now there is rest. The peace of eternity spreads about him, and all is as it was in the beginning.
EXT. CITY
Rain. Weeds in the cracks of a sidewalk. Children playing. We are back with Jack in the city. Even in these streets, the eternal shines. This is God’s world, and not an infinite plain of chaos and sorrow after all.
Though he must linger here a while yet, he will not despair. A new life lies before him. A faith which sees through death.
MOTHER (O.S.)
Know that I am.
EXT. O’BRIEN HOUSE
We return to the present, to the noise and confusion of the everyday, to the place we set out from. We see it now as though for the first time What seemed plain and familiar glows with radiance it did not display before. We have found the infinite in the everyday, the commonplace.
Jack looks about. Will the revelation be forgotten? Will it seem a passing fancy – a dream?
Inside the house, his father is playing the piano. His mother has gone into the backyard. A bell sounds.
The great oak tree stands like a sentient being – thoughtful, benevolent – looking down on him.
He puts his ear against the trunk and listens for those words that, it was foretold, would destroy the evil in men’s hearts and bring them good.
The camera rises up through the branches, cranes up and up until it breaks out of the canopy of leaves into the sky above.
All ends in peace, as music does. The last chord melts into ordinary production sound. Time has reappeared; resumed its sway.
And still the vision is not the journey. The real journey has yet to begin.
Will he give himself to this new life? Does he dare?
A stranger, smiling.
A threshold.
A star.
THE END
gotchariley-o wrote:fall back on spear
caldwell.the.great wrote:You don't see another way, meaning you disagree?
I just meant I hadn't seen this one since like '96 or something like that. Twin Peaks was just one of the very few things I hadn't seen.Bored013 wrote:How the fuck did you stay out of Lynch this long?spacehamster wrote:Wild at Heart - 8/10
Didn't hold up as well as I hoped, but it's still pretty damn good.
There's not much of a movie industry here (hardly surprising given the size of the market), but there's some decent stuff every now and then. Obviously the movie market's pretty much saturated with Hollywood stuff - I'd say European movies are considered far less of a niche thing here than in the States, but the big sellers are usually American movies, yeah.Bored013 wrote: As I'm utterly (obviously) culturally ignorant when it comes to the Swiss, tell me this: when you want to go see a movie, whatever, the biggest place you can find with a date, are they all American movies? I honestly don't know if I've ever seen a Swiss movie.