I finished making the screencaps from "Gorky Park". I'm going to miss it. Not the scene with Brian Dennehy and the tree though. That one upsets me.
"Gorky Park" is actually one of the first memories I have with William Hurt. My family ran a video store. We'd rent out VHS tapes from our actual kitchen. You know. Those clunky things that were in boxes. Well when my sister and I were young we'd help to put the tapes back in the empty boxes. There were always these tapes that no matter how hard we looked for them we could not find the boxes to. One of these mysteries was a film called "Gorky Park". It was like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. It was elusive and an obsession.
Well one day I was on the ground. Don't ask me why. I have no memory. I was about 7 or 8. All I remember is being on the ground and looking under a shelf. Lost amid the bird seed and budgie feathers (my family had budgies up on the top video shelf that would occassionally poop on our customers heads) there was a tape case. I pulled it out. It was the long lost "Gorky Park". I remember being happy about finding it. I can't remember what I thought of William Hurt. I think I thought he was handsome. I remember the photos on the case because I was curious about the film after it having been MIA for so long. Also, despite what people say, and how deceptive it can be, people usually do judge a book by the cover and you usually will judge if you want to give a movie a chance by the case.
Years later a neighbour would give me the book to "Gorky Park". I never got around to reading it. Maybe I will someday.
There's a fairy tale about a girl with 11 brothers who turn into swans. In order for them to return to human form the girl has to knit nettle sweaters and remain silent for many years. In one of the variations of this tale, when the girl is very upset, she digs a hole and screams into it. For some reason this doesn't break the vow she made, not too sure why not, and it makes her feel much better. This image has always stayed with me.
I feel extremely silly doing this because I know that you'll never read it but because it will make me feel better:
Happy Easter William Hurt! I hope you and your family have a very peaceful and loving time.
I added some more "Gorky Park" screencaps.
I watched that film for the second time last night and I'm wondering, Mr. Hurt, if you tried the trust excercise on Brian Dennehy because I'm thinking that may be a bad idea.
I'm almost done making screencaps from "Kiss of the Spider Woman". This is my favorite film of William Hurt's. I'm really upset actually that I finished the Molina and Valentin scenes. I love that couple. I also know what is about to happen to my poor Molina. I know part of him wanted it but it still breaks my heart.
On a more lighter note. I love the rips in Molina's prison suit and how they are sewn up with different thread or cloth. A detail like that excites me. You feel like the movie isn't confined to what you've seen. It has existed before.
I'm not sure I'll be online tomorrow but I wanted to wish William Hurt a happy Birthday. Happy Birthday William Hurt.
There is a new interview with Mr. Hurt for "The Host" at Hoy Cinema. Click on the picture to be brought to the page.
He is in Jeb attire. I must confess, I have never read "The Host". I'm looking forward to seeing it with little opinion about it. I've also got to say I love Mr. Hurt laughing at the end of the interview. What he is laughing about is so true.
Mr. Hurt, I know you'll never read this but I wanted to say something to you. It saddens me when I read that you had/have a bumper sticker that reads "I feel so much better since I gave up hope." If you mean hope as in the desire for pleasant things that would make life easier then that is fine. I can deal with that. But then again I would find that being general which I know you hate. I would wish for larger bumpers so the sticker could be more specific. And I don't mean to be like those people who tell you you are too despairing. Maybe your life has been full of despair and that is what you believe that it has taught you. But hope seems an involuntary thing sometimes. I know I've felt it when it will only end up hurting me because what it wants seems impossible. Still it is there and for all my occasional anger with it I would never wish it to leave me. I also know you mention it other times so you can't have completely given up on it either, sticker or not.
The reason why I'm posting this is because I just read Charles Péguy's "The Portal of the Mystery of Hope" for the first time and it reminded me of what a beautiful and neglected feeling it is. Of course, you are lucky and can read the original french version. Knowing you somewhat, you probably already have. Thinking of hope reminded me of someone who supposedly had no hope and that would be you. I'm not as well educated as you are. I don't have the ability with words that you do but if I did I wish I could say something to you that could convey what the poem made me feel and how hope should never be completely abandoned. I hope you have hope, William Hurt. I hope you see the beauty of it even if it seems foolish. That is a source of its strength, in a way.
"The Portal of the Mystery of Hope" by Charles Péguy
translated by David L. Schindler Jr.
The faith that I love best, says God, is hope.
Faith doesn’t surprise me.
It’s not surprising
I am so resplendent in my creation. . . .
That in order really not to see me these poor people would have to be blind.
Charity says God, that doesn’t surprise me.
It’s not surprising.
These poor creatures are so miserable that unless they had a heart of stone,
how could they not have love for one another.
How could they not love their brothers.
How could they not take the bread from their own mouth,
their daily bread, in order to give it to the unhappy children who pass by.
And my son had such love for them. . . .
But hope, says God, that is
something that surprises me.
Even me.
That is surprising.
That these poor children see how things are going and believe that tomorrow things
will go better.
That they see how things are going today and believe that they will go better tomorrow morning.
That is surprising and it’s by far the greatest marvel of our grace.
And I’m surprised by it myself.
And my grace must indeed be an incredible force.