An adventuresome day. Went down to campus, and talked with Hana & Keith. Secured a brand new transcript showing my senior status for the scholarship application. Wandered campus. Enjoyed the air. My new shoes are breaking in nicely.
I had driven to my old bus stop, since I needed to go to the bank this afternoon. Riding the LX home, I noticed three foreign woman, looking a bit lost and not sure where they were going. The bus driver was running late and a bit surly, not much help. I figured out they were trying to get to the Embassy Suites near the Gateway. Unfortunately, the bus stop is a few miles away, and it was getting rather warm. Not a fun walk along the highway either. Instead, I took them a couple stops up to my car, and drove them to the hotel. Such lovely women, two Italians and one Spanish, all in town for some kind of business conference. I was glad to take them, glad to help them out and use some of that mythic Southern charm and hospitality. Perhaps the greatest part of my cultural heritage is that I've been raised to be kind and helpful even with strangers. Much as the South and Southern culture in America is often disparaged and seen as reactionary, we do have some excellent traits.
After some serious thought, I have concluded that Dancer in the Dark is the most powerful and eloquent film I've ever seen. It's beautifully constructed, moving with an incredible tension that riveted me to the screen. Even the musical numbers, in an ethereal way. I don't like musicals as a rule, yet the way it was used in this film works. I've never seen a movie that moved me so strongly, never have I connected to a character so unlike myself. Dogma 95 is a bunch of pretension, but the unsteady camera gave it a documentary like realism. Bjork was quite good in her role, especially towards the end. I believed every line, and at the end I broke down in tears because I felt every word in my heart. It was so beautiful.
