favorite films

Notes.
Bumped to the top of my blog for easy access.
20 films. Chronological. 1 film per director. I have given my top 5 special pictures. I do plan to expand this list (though when, I do not know).

LIST.

Sherlock Jr. (1924)

Man with a Movie Camera (1929)

City Girl (1930)

Under the Roofs of Paris (1930)

Love Me Tonight (1932)

Spring Shower (1932)

Little Man, What Now? (1934)

The Scarlet Empress (1934)

Four Seasons of Children (1939)

The Shop Around the Corner (1940)

Major Barbara (1941)

Sullivan's Travels (1942)

A Canterbury Tale (1944)

A Bloody Spear on Mount Fuji (1955)

The Seine Meets Paris (1957)

Glass (1958)

F for Fake (1974)

Manhattan (1979)

Cafe Lumiere (2003)

A Gentle Breeze in the Village (2007)

finding meaning in the mundane

The older I get, the more meaning I find in the mundane aspects of my life.

When I was young, I used to think I was important. I justified my importance with my beliefs and my dreams. I was going to be an incredible scientist who was going to make the next profound leap in human understanding because scientific understanding is the only understanding of the world we humans know, and the more we know the better off we are. Then I was going to be a brilliant artist whose art shook the souls of everyone it reached because we humans need an emotional grasp of our existence and a reason to live, and art is the light which brightens the darkest corners of our hearts.

But now, as I struggle to make this transition into adulthood, I realize how unimportant I am. My existence is small, my actions inconsequential. I no longer have dreams or beliefs. I care little about where life leads me as long as it leads me forward. I expect to be alone for most of it.

More and more, the meaning of my life is defined by the details of day-to-day living: eating well and sleeping soundly; keeping clean and staying warm; remaining emotionally tranquil and intellectually active. This is the sum of my life. To grow up, I must recognize how small this sum is.

Everywhere I turn, I see people who justify the importance of their existence with Philosophy and Science, Love and Art, Religion and Politics, Wealth and Power, Truth and Beauty. A soul is often unable to recognize the smallness of its existence. This is sometimes a painful and depressing thing to witness.

But there is pleasure in the mundane, and I am off to seek it.

old habits

I have spent the past month pretending to write a nanowrimo, but have in reality done nothing of the sort. I have instead fallen back into old habits, most of them bad (like watching movies), and spend the rest of my time in despair over how hopeless my future surely is. As blogging is an old, bad habit, I shall blog again. But before I get to it, I will divert you with a sketch, a piece of creative writing, which I had promised to share in my last post but on which I never delivered: Philosophers in the Square.