ON NOCTURNAL ANIMALS
On November 4, Nocturnal Animals was released in the UK and Ireland.
On November 4, nocturnal animals roamed the streets of Rathmines, Dublin.
On November 4, I saw the film Nocturnal Animals by Tom Ford in Rathmines, Dublin, and then I roamed, or rather wandered, speechless. I didn’t have any idea why I was so affected. All I knew was that I’d had an experience with what I thought was the best movie I’d ever seen.
A scene rung loudly in my ears—Amy Adams, as Susan, enters the offices of a museum for a meeting. Despite the previous times she’s presumedly seen every single piece of art along the multi-flighted marble staircase, and despite the self assured manner she has while she climbs them with a jacket laid upon her shoulders, Susan can’t help but pause at each alarming art work along the way. A bull’s head, suspended, is shot through from every angle with multicolored arrows. A White on Black canvas is large, with the word “REVENGE” pouring over multiple lines. At both of these pieces, Susan becomes overwhelmed, but not by the pieces themselves; she’s seen them and even purchased one of them. She becomes overwhelmed by the new perspective she brings to them, the new meaning. The audience, the viewer, the reader brings their own meaning to a every piece. To say that art is a mirror is too easy. This art is not a mirror, but a cocktail glass you can pour your beverage of choice into. You can drink it, and blame it for the shame you feel, but the glass still faintly reflects the contours of your own face.
(I'm infatuated with this movie, currently trying to break it down and write a personal essay inspired by it)
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