Sometimes, the blue curtains in a character's room aren't a symbol of their depression and inescapable ennui. Sometimes, they're just blue curtains. My ability to enjoy movies died on a blustery autumn day in 2008. I was sitting in my very first college film class when my professor walked into the room, set down her leather satchel and bottle of Sprite, and told the lot of us: "If you want to continue to enjoy watching movies, then drop this course because I'm about to ruin movies for all of you." It was a film analysis class and she wasn't lying. For the last decade, I've dedicated the lion's share of my personal free time and professional exertions on analyzing films. And it's true, I don't enjoy watching movies anymore—I enjoy studying them: breaking down the narrative, dissecting the visuals, hoping to uncover the "hidden meaning" behind every single one of their cinematic elements. Read More...
Published By: NoFilmSchool - Monday, 12 November, 2018