When you say, she internalized the Zone you are spot on with my own impression/reading. I see her as someone suffering innuendo from having to live with those that do not understand, in a place where the world is wrong, more than her hinted at or "real" walking impairment (is this why she is carried on the Stalker´s shoulders immediately after we´ve been made believe, she can walk? To Beethoven´s ninth, on top of it...) which if there, only emphazises her being "different". Also, the glass (at the end). It only starts moving when we hear the train. Could be, it´s moved on by train vibrations only and she is just the most bored teenager the world never saw. I love, not knowing. Also, accidents never happened behind the iron curtain up til Tschernobyl, everyone knew that. But there were more places than one where noone was allowed to go for reasons best known to the powers that be not anymore.. On seeing: first time I saw this film was late at night short after the premier in Stockholm, so no film expert intellectuals around. It was me and a couple of (I like to think: three) skinheads. I believe, they came because of the poster which depicted three bald men, therefore they figured, this was a violent Lonsdale action film aimed at them. They sat in the far back in the tiny cinema cracking jokes and drinking beer for five minutes, then they slowly grew strangely silent. Occasional burps, but no more bickering. They sat through it all, none had the guts to get up and out; to admit their mistake. When they left, they said nothing but their faces... Also, the black bakelite phone that suddenly rings never fails to make me laugh out loud (it counterparts the vertigo shot, it´s like I imagine the effect of Grace in a Donne rather than George Herbert sense or Your Moment of Glory as seen through a Lynda Barry sketch: God is on the line & no insult to anyone present or not, intended). I guees, this is why the Wachowski brothers stole the means of communication inbetween reality realms-idea for Matrix just as they stole their whole storyboard straight from Gibson´s Neuromancer trilogy and Lem (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Futurological_Congress) with the red or bleu pill as a choice inbetween favoured realitites but now I drift as usual yet am glad, I got a chance to state the obvious. You also made me want to review the film, one more time. It´s one of those.
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Date: 2013-07-18 08:10 am (UTC)I see her as someone suffering innuendo from having to live with those that do not understand, in a place where the world is wrong, more than her hinted at or "real" walking impairment (is this why she is carried on the Stalker´s shoulders immediately after we´ve been made believe, she can walk? To Beethoven´s ninth, on top of it...) which if there, only emphazises her being "different". Also, the glass (at the end). It only starts moving when we hear the train. Could be, it´s moved on by train vibrations only and she is just the most bored teenager the world never saw. I love, not knowing.
Also,
accidents never happened behind the iron curtain up til Tschernobyl, everyone knew that. But there were more places than one where noone was allowed to go for reasons best known to the powers that be not anymore..
On seeing:
first time I saw this film was late at night short after the premier in Stockholm, so no film expert intellectuals around. It was me and a couple of (I like to think: three) skinheads. I believe, they came because of the poster which depicted three bald men, therefore they figured, this was a violent Lonsdale action film aimed at them. They sat in the far back in the tiny cinema cracking jokes and drinking beer for five minutes, then they slowly grew strangely silent. Occasional burps, but no more bickering. They sat through it all, none had the guts to get up and out; to admit their mistake. When they left, they said nothing but their faces...
Also,
the black bakelite phone that suddenly rings never fails to make me laugh out loud (it counterparts the vertigo shot, it´s like I imagine the effect of Grace in a Donne rather than George Herbert sense or Your Moment of Glory as seen through a Lynda Barry sketch: God is on the line & no insult to anyone present or not, intended). I guees, this is why the Wachowski brothers stole the means of communication inbetween reality realms-idea for Matrix just as they stole their whole storyboard straight from Gibson´s Neuromancer trilogy and Lem (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Futurological_Congress) with the red or bleu pill as a choice inbetween favoured realitites but now I drift as usual yet am glad, I got a chance to state the obvious.
You also made me want to review the film, one more time. It´s one of those.