Dec. 9, 2003
It's the pain inside... The tightening of the chest, and your eyes begin to tear, and you face begins to wrinkle, you fist clenches... the emotions that you feel in a life time in two hours... in these lives.... in their stories...
This town with purpose has brought me to this place of gathering.. where cultures are built by the visions of the willing and torn down by the tyranny of he men who built them. A place where the mind's eye becomes the output of the soul, frame by frame.. a little place called the Camera Cinema (San Jose), a little film called 21 Grams... well little in cinematic terms for distribution but stacked with a lot of talent from all angles. Names beside those Oscar ballot please.... Benicio del Toro, Sean Penn, Naomi Watts... not to mention the director Alejandro Gonzalez Inaritu and writer Guillermo Arriaga both of which were involve with the Oscar nominated Amore Perros (another must see). So when did I get side tracked, right..... I sit there in this tiny movie theater.. the spawning grounds if Indy films, wedged between squeaking moving guy in front of me and Mr. Whispers behind me.... but I am so immersed in this emotionally charged jigsaw piece of cinematic masterpiece.....
In other words I really liked the movie....Go see it..
To life.. there is more that the eyes can see, more that the heart can fill... but then there is absence.... unbearable.. and with the pain there is the darkness... But to life with loss and love and emptiness and fulfillment, there is more.. there are the things that happen behind the scenes, the thing that fill the gaps we never knew where there... there are the 21 grams.. and when gone... so much more....
We are actors in the world that we create....and what we see on the screen is life...
