Oh my me, its day three.

Wow. What to say about D'Est. Lets get the bad out of the way first. The sound once again was either recorded to loud or the speakers in that room cant handle what they are asked to put out. That is basically my only complaint about the film.
Suffice to say, I really did like this film. The images were definitely strong enough to not constitute a narrative. I dont quite understand the "documentary bordering on fiction" idea though. I blame myself for this.
The main idea or feeling I got from D'Est was that the tempo of life is vastly different there than it is here. The film helps this feeling along not only by it imagery but by how long the images are shown and at what pace the camera is panned along. The pan shots were great, only being trumped by a couple "key" shots. These key shots for me include the ladies picking what to me appear to be potatoes, the men walking in the cold, the ladies trying to catch a ride and the man quietly destroying a plate of food. Kudos to the man for showing me how a man really eats. I have been emasculated at the diner table.
The ladies working was something I could only compare to the old guy at Wal-Mart who greets you (I know in Wausau they always have them). But these are people grandmother, I cant think of anyones Grandmother that I know who works in a field like that. Let alone sticking their thumbs out for a lift. The cultures clashed and I am humbled.
Oddly enough I had to walk to school this morning. This wouldnt have been a big deal to me had I not went skateboarding last night, stayed up to late doing home work (almost a lie) and not affording myself enough time for the walk this morning. It sucked, it wasnt cold, but my legs were killing me by the time I walked into the theater. Now that I think about it my legs still arent feeling so good. Any who, watching the men walk in the cold made me think about all of the people who will not go anywhere unless they can get a ride. Rubbish I say! I have a bunch of buddies back home who bike around all the time and see their cars as a burden thrust upon them only in the cold cold winter months. Myself, I have been known to walk a fare distance or just skate if I want to get somewhere. But these men dont have a choice I would presume. They do it and that is life to them.
I think this film could be used as a tool to help teach Americans to suck it up and stop being so prissy. I love that about it.



p.s. I posting this after mid night because I went a saw Jello Biafra speak on campus. Those who werent there missed out.