polifrog
I saw this movie for the second time since its release last night. It was nearly totally forgotten by me. The only thing I truly remembered was the floating bag videoed by the strange boy living next door to the Kevin Spacey character.
I thought it odd that the most memorable aspect of the movie for me was a trash bag dancing in the breeze.
The strange neighbor boy insisted there was a beauty in it. Perhaps there was something to that.
In a similar moment years ago I paused for few minutes in a Lowes parking lot prior to a thunderstorm to watch the wind impart waves of motion to a hillside of tall grass.
As in the movie, I remember that moment well, but nothing of what came before or after.
Beauty in a dancing bag...
out
Friday, June 4, 2010
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