So - me and you and everyone we know I enjoyed immensely. The photography was crisp and clear, the story was about dreams becoming real, and the acting didn't require a suspension of disbelief - I was "in" right away. Not every minute, but right away.
I could send out the code word "macaroni" all over the place - wouldn't that be cool to see it everywhere? I do.
The six year-old playing a seven-year old has a blog, if you're interested. Since I'm the parent of a young person who's soul radiates from him like a beacon, I appreciate it when I bump into that quality in other young people.
Then there was Baraka. This was a visual chocolate experience. No words, no words necessary, just lush imagery from places on the globe I'll never go, places on the globe I've been. The first few sequences from nature relaxed me instantly, to the point where I wanted to order wallpaper of what I was seeing.
To what lengths the producers and the director went in order to bring this footage to life is the story I'd like to see - The Making of Baraka. Maybe it's out there already.
Of course there is an inescapable message here that some already embrace - I wanted more. I wanted contrast between tribal and civilized man, but let's pan back to tribal, shall we? Give me more of what would help, rather than leave me with what one might question is working.
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