An all-seeing eye, large and unblinking, at once omnipresent and limited by a narrow frame. It has the ability to replicate and also to physically capture traces of what it sees. Its power is at once monumentally explosive, earth-shattering and yet its only song is a moth-wing feather beat pumping celluloid blood through its veins. To be directed, to be cut up, and to be collaborated on by a group of elite specialists gives it meaning and purpose. This, is film: my greatest love and my biggest fear.
I could plot a graph for you where history and time run forever forward along the X axis, movements in film and artistic style soar from the Y axis, and theory enriches the depths of Z. I could gesticulate wildly, trying to describe the
mise-en-scène and the
stimmung combine to create a gaudily brilliant masterpiece. I could rant for hours about how Spike Lee is so much better than Quentin Tarantino as a person and as a filmmaker. What I’m saying is that basically I’m the best and the worst host of movie nights. I will pull from my database of recommendations: anything from French New Wave to Thai surrealism to hilarious Antarctic documentary is fair game. And, sure, we can watch Air Bud but you better be ready for a stream of “what a sophisticated use of Shot Reverse Shot” and “they need to let the film
breathe” and “I wonder if Air Bud has won the Palm Dog? Wait, how many Buds are there?” in your ear.
Film is so expressive, creative, and full of an intangible atmosphere that engulfs its spectators for a few hours. Yet so often is film used to objectify women, invade privacy, and shame. We can get brilliant masterpieces like
Black Girl, a 1966 film by Senegalese Ousmane Sembène, where the ghost of recently decolonized Africa haunts its European oppressors. At the same time we, in the year of our lord 2017, get
Ghost in the Shell where Scarlett Johannsen (a white woman) plays a Japanese girl. Because of its unique power to visually impact, film can be used for so much good and yet inflict so much harm. Representation matters, cries the age-old axiom, but film must tactfully represent identities and cultures without fetishizing or further marginalizing them. This is precisely why I want to continue to study film and leave my impact on the world—to ensure that young kids who are scared and alone can look up at the screen, see themselves, and find comfort.
I actually very recently discovered film. Before, I had pitted media against each other. “Oh, movies? Books are way better!” I had grown up devouring books, voracious and unstoppable in my hunger for knowledge and perspective and other worlds. Truthfully, I had never considered films remotely academic, much less a unique medium in and of themselves. That is, until I took a class on film two semesters ago in college. The liberal arts requirements of my university liberated me—in order to get that Visual and Performing Arts credit, I took a movie class on a whim. Well, more on a mission. My literature teacher from high school had just passed away and I loved her very dearly. She treated me like a treasure and a friend. The only bad grade I ever got in her class was on a film review of
Forrest Gump and I wanted to challenge myself in college to understand an art form that I may have misunderstood or overlooked.
Since that introductory film class, I’ve taken three more and declared my minor as Global Cinema. This summer I’m going to take filmmaking classes and work for my professor on a documentary of his. I plan to earn my honors thesis on making a documentary film / personal visual essay in China. I’m starting to make decisions based on this newfound love of mine and it’s beautiful and wonderful and wholly terrifying but I absolutely adore film and can’t imagine my life without it.
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