"The punishment is loneliness." - Sten Alman, Wild Strawberries
I watched Grizzly Man tonight. Werner Herzog pieces together the story of Timothy Treadwell, who died at the hands of everything important in his life, and documented many of his steps toward death. He went into death knowingly, but not necessarily willingly. He is caught at his most candid, and his insecurities and his neurosis and his anger is painted boldly in this severely moving documentary. It's morbid, but it's thoughtful and sympathetic. Timothy's life with the bears is scrutinized by those closest to him, and those who he can never meet. Herzog's grim philosophical musings color the film, and counter Treadwell's eccentric, giddy self-recorded encounters with the wild. Treadwell is an important figure to... anyone who has ever even pretended to question how suited they are for the real world, and thinks of escaping it in the smallest way. The film has left me feeling shaken, but definitely a shaken-for-the-better. A must see of must sees.
As for Ingmar Bergman's Wild Strawberries this is a film that presents dreams in the most realistic way I've seen outside of my own dreams. It's kind of weird, how he gets perfectly the melding of daily experiences with bizarre imagery and inner-most frights and feelings. It may just be a good representation of the way I dream, though. Even the passage of time, and from space to space, is accurate to the tee. Outside of the dreams it's lightly funny, and heavy on the introspection, and wishes for days lost. A tale of redemption. Eventually. I'd buy it, if thats what you're asking.- Eric T. Voigt, Proud American
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