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Friday, 27 March 2009 6:48 pm
Departures (Okuribito)
I promised Shermaine to blog about this movie. No prizes for guessing what i did.... yes, correct. cried. and cried and cried and cried somemore. throughout the entire movie my eyes were dry for 5 minutes or less. and when it was all quiet you could hear shermaine and i trying to breathe silently in vain but failing because of our snot-filled nostrils. if there's one movie that captures death in a different perspective than what we're all used to associating it with, it's THIS film. no wonder it won Oscars and all. today i saw death in a different light. it's not morbid, it's not depressing, it's not filled with hopelessness. yes. there's still grief and pain for they're indispensible to the essence of the word. but this film lets us see the respectful, dignified and peaceful side of leaving. the show had a good mix of laughter and tears and it sort of made me feel that sitting in the cinema for that 2 hours was like going through all of life...all that life makes us feel, makes us experience, all that God has given to us, the suffering we go through so we can find the strength of hope in the helplessness of our situation, the ironies, the regrets... just everything. personally, the one message that i pocketed as i left the theatre with eyes that could hardly be properly opened was that the art of encoffinment makes whatever ugliness of death ultimately beautiful. the movie also made me think about my ah-ma and this poem that i wrote some time ago when i thought of her out of the blue.
In remembrance of Ah-ma
Slipped Away
She slipped away in the early hours
When the world was on the edge of stirring
And she left without a trace of worry
Because she must have heard Jesus calling
Her pain was only momentary
An obstructed artery, the doctor had said
But the hurt and sorrow left over for us
Was almost too much and a little too great
It occurred to me just a while ago
When I randomly thought of her
Sometimes we move on too fast from the past
She, a distant memory we barely remember
I realised then that we were written into being
Through a mere document called a certificate
In the same way, we’ll be written off
With an unfeeling time and date
Where are you, I sometimes think
In my skyward wondering thoughts
Surely, she’s watching over us with a smile
Sitting in a comfy old chair beside God.
on an ending note, i loved the scences where the main actor took his cello and played on the top of some grassland overlooking some very scenic view... it was one of those "the world is my oyster" moments and i really like the sound of the cello now. i wish i could do the same as he did with my piano...like play in the middle of a path carpeted with fallen autumn leaves and huge trees in their orange-yellow autumn tones on both sides. it's a nice dream to have.
I promised Shermaine to blog about this movie. No prizes for guessing what i did.... yes, correct. cried. and cried and cried and cried somemore. throughout the entire movie my eyes were dry for 5 minutes or less. and when it was all quiet you could hear shermaine and i trying to breathe silently in vain but failing because of our snot-filled nostrils. if there's one movie that captures death in a different perspective than what we're all used to associating it with, it's THIS film. no wonder it won Oscars and all. today i saw death in a different light. it's not morbid, it's not depressing, it's not filled with hopelessness. yes. there's still grief and pain for they're indispensible to the essence of the word. but this film lets us see the respectful, dignified and peaceful side of leaving. the show had a good mix of laughter and tears and it sort of made me feel that sitting in the cinema for that 2 hours was like going through all of life...all that life makes us feel, makes us experience, all that God has given to us, the suffering we go through so we can find the strength of hope in the helplessness of our situation, the ironies, the regrets... just everything. personally, the one message that i pocketed as i left the theatre with eyes that could hardly be properly opened was that the art of encoffinment makes whatever ugliness of death ultimately beautiful. the movie also made me think about my ah-ma and this poem that i wrote some time ago when i thought of her out of the blue.
In remembrance of Ah-ma
Slipped Away
She slipped away in the early hours
When the world was on the edge of stirring
And she left without a trace of worry
Because she must have heard Jesus calling
Her pain was only momentary
An obstructed artery, the doctor had said
But the hurt and sorrow left over for us
Was almost too much and a little too great
It occurred to me just a while ago
When I randomly thought of her
Sometimes we move on too fast from the past
She, a distant memory we barely remember
I realised then that we were written into being
Through a mere document called a certificate
In the same way, we’ll be written off
With an unfeeling time and date
Where are you, I sometimes think
In my skyward wondering thoughts
Surely, she’s watching over us with a smile
Sitting in a comfy old chair beside God.
on an ending note, i loved the scences where the main actor took his cello and played on the top of some grassland overlooking some very scenic view... it was one of those "the world is my oyster" moments and i really like the sound of the cello now. i wish i could do the same as he did with my piano...like play in the middle of a path carpeted with fallen autumn leaves and huge trees in their orange-yellow autumn tones on both sides. it's a nice dream to have.
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