Diary entries forElephant
Elephant
j'ai surprenamment pas trouvé ça trop chiant
Elephant
From 1989 but it still resonates today No matter how often shootings happen, no matter how easy it is to be desensitized to gun violence: don't treat it as normal. It shouldn't be, and doesn't have to be, a part of everyday life
Elephant
Essa iminência crescente da tragédia que se aproxima a cada segundo se manifesta em Elefante a partir da dilatação espaço-temporal que Gus Van Sant intui na presença da câmera. O dispositivo segue seus personagens em stedicams silenciosas, ambientando os mecanismos rotineiros de cada um daqueles que direciona as suas lentes; se mantém impassiva ao movimento, sobrecarrega o andamento dos eventos com repetições dos atos ou sequências em slow motion. Contempla não a brutalidade do acontecimento, mas esses fúnebres instantes que antecedem a atuação da morte, materializada nessa perspectiva deambulante que a imagem estabelece. E quando esse presságio se encerra, Van Sant o faz sem cerimônia, sem espetacularização ou sadismo artístico, deixando o horror do extracampo - o que não se vê - ser o único capaz de compreender o evento, especialmente na derradeira composição que encerra o longa.
Elephant
Initially rather calm and slow, then impulsive and suspenseful towards the end
Elephant
Man, some of the night shots in Elephant are absolutely gorgeous, and it’s remarkable to see the type of footage that we can get with modern cameras. A cute film, with a very cute little guy as a subject matter. Elephants truly are brilliant animals, and this really shows just how magical they are.
Elephant
Still hits like a bomb
Elephant
difícil de avaliar esse, é perturbadoramente chato, mas interessante ao msm tempo
Elephant
where the elephant at
Elephant
What happens when the eye of the news reporter camera takes witness of murder without consequence? A strange, eerie quality throughout as locations feel fake. Sure, there’s sound everywhere. Moving traffic. Turbulent winds. But it’s the footsteps that add up to the suspense, elongating the greatest fear that upholds the anxiety of living in America at the moment. As an American, I can only see violence as American. Impressionistic. Imperialistic. Isolating. More often than not, we come together after death. Why has human connection become so secondary for us? For every gunshot that rips the soul out of every body, you realize violence has no conscious. It knows no laws. Has no bounds. And so it goes on and on like the silence that numbs every frame per second. The kill counts add silence to the already excruciating silence that perpetuates the film. You’re left with a dizzying cold only to come back to a reality just as senseless. Still, the war in Gaza. Still, the war in Ukraine. Still, ICE shooting poets dead in the face. I’m not sure what to do but bite the buzz of my own numbness. I don’t know how to alleviate the tremors across the world. Beautiful world, if you were beautiful at all, where are you?
Elephant
Elefante se propone a cargar su argumento de sentimentalismo y belleza estética, sin ser un retrato morboso y fiel de sus sucesos el film se dispone a convertirse en un estético tributo para las familias que vivieron los acontecimientos, una experiencia poco convencional y estéticamente especial es la imagen que deja esta dramática historia que por momentos logra ver la luz del buen camino y por otras solo artificio estético.