Hmmmm... Inhaling before to write my first word, suspended in the air... because I want that word to be beautiful.
One of my talents is in writing. I have no financial success. Although I have been published - for free.
I do not have an awesome screenplay or a breathtaking novel to give. I write poetry and I write notes, texts, messages. Every time I write I pour love into it. I love typing words and, funnily for the first time, by watching this sensitive beautiful documentary have I seen myself as a pianist.
I feel very grateful to Bernstein for honoring artistry. And very grandly grateful to Ethan for sharing this gift with us all. I want to tell Ethan although you may never read these lines: I consider you to be one true deep and intense artist and you could be honored by not having received any academy award. That may truly show how intimate and pure your art is many times.
I have seen an actor who has been trying to receive an award for years receiving it for a work that was created around this purpose and in which that actor did a compilation of some of the most intense scenes he did in his career. He got it but what did it really mean? I have written elsewhere - and I maintain it - that if awards were truly rewarding pure genuine performances, they would have been rewarding you for Training Day. At least. My favorite performance of you, in all I saw of you, was in Before Sunset. I watched this movie an alarming number of times. I still can see you on the Bateau-Mouche talking true feelings to the 'love of your life'. It wasn't simply the obvious romantic aspect of your performance that appealed to me, no, no, it was this fully alive, vibrant, almost tangible expression of your face when you expressed your certainty that you could have lived with the love of your life. Hmmmmmmmm....
I, too, have been bullied into this world of achievements that we all know, that we all grew up in, we who use IMDb casually. I have gotten depressed by the upside-down nature of this world where the worst performances gather the biggest fortunes, where the sincere lone artists get mocked for being unknown. Therefore, I bow to both of you, for having rewarded me with these true reminders of what art is, poured into me via this film, and comforting me in the need I have to honor my true essence instead of following the pressure of a world which always wants more tinsel and glitter.
One of my talents is in writing. I have no financial success. Although I have been published - for free.
I do not have an awesome screenplay or a breathtaking novel to give. I write poetry and I write notes, texts, messages. Every time I write I pour love into it. I love typing words and, funnily for the first time, by watching this sensitive beautiful documentary have I seen myself as a pianist.
I feel very grateful to Bernstein for honoring artistry. And very grandly grateful to Ethan for sharing this gift with us all. I want to tell Ethan although you may never read these lines: I consider you to be one true deep and intense artist and you could be honored by not having received any academy award. That may truly show how intimate and pure your art is many times.
I have seen an actor who has been trying to receive an award for years receiving it for a work that was created around this purpose and in which that actor did a compilation of some of the most intense scenes he did in his career. He got it but what did it really mean? I have written elsewhere - and I maintain it - that if awards were truly rewarding pure genuine performances, they would have been rewarding you for Training Day. At least. My favorite performance of you, in all I saw of you, was in Before Sunset. I watched this movie an alarming number of times. I still can see you on the Bateau-Mouche talking true feelings to the 'love of your life'. It wasn't simply the obvious romantic aspect of your performance that appealed to me, no, no, it was this fully alive, vibrant, almost tangible expression of your face when you expressed your certainty that you could have lived with the love of your life. Hmmmmmmmm....
I, too, have been bullied into this world of achievements that we all know, that we all grew up in, we who use IMDb casually. I have gotten depressed by the upside-down nature of this world where the worst performances gather the biggest fortunes, where the sincere lone artists get mocked for being unknown. Therefore, I bow to both of you, for having rewarded me with these true reminders of what art is, poured into me via this film, and comforting me in the need I have to honor my true essence instead of following the pressure of a world which always wants more tinsel and glitter.