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Monday, April 23, 2007

Seventy-four minutes of black and white stream of consciousness confusion and intrigue.
Lukas Moodysson continues to test his audience and disrupt cinematic convention.


~ Channel4.com ~



It all happened when i chanced upon a synopsis of this movie in the SIFF booklet.
Container touches on God, sex, identity and just about everything else in between.
Container may well be the most challenging, opinion-dividing film you'll find at this festival.
I was completely sold.

So there it was, a whole hour of monologue
B&W images of filth, destruction & ravioli (along with other random images)
A certain sense of surrealism evoked through cinematography.
And the disturbing silence of nothingness.
(this is aside to the creaking sound of chairs and footsteps
of the many who got up to leave halfway through the show)

What i gathered was an entire forray of dialogues & questions
that we possibly ask ourselves everyday.

Fame. Public image. Sexual identity crisis. Jaded-ness. Caged.
God. Blasphemy. Consummerism. Crazed obsession over pop culture.
Rebirth. Filth. Pain. Death. Life. The world destroyed by men. Love. Money.
Invasion of privacy. Public scrutiny. Gossips. Isolation. Emptiness.

"Have you ever had these feelings before? And how do you deal with them?" - Container

And i guess the entire experience narrowed to the conclusive nature of perspectives.
I am sad / I hate myself (as it began) became I am happy / I am no longer afraid (as it ended)
The idea "Container" was aptly portrayed with the re-use of images.
I loved how the entire show was cyclical.
The beginning was how it ended.
We are all stuck in this never ending circle - contained.
All social animals afraid of what the outside sees.
And to be free, we have to stop being our own worse critics.

My views.
Mere abstractions.

And for my dear friend Bings who left the cinema as perplexed as everyone else.
This following sentence could possibly sum up your avant-garde cinematic experience.

Whether it's fascinatingly good or fascinatingly bad is a moot point, however.
Nothing about this film is certain.
Everything provokes a question.


~Channel4.com~

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