my obsession with violence
especially in terms of filmic adaptation and in conjunction with such devices as text/poetry and voyeurism/visual fascination

lead me to watch C'est arrive pres de chez vous a 1992 release written and directed by Belgian filmmakers Remy Belvauz and Andre Bonzel. although the storytelling was mostly engaging throughout, the film really left little room for in-depth thought or investigation. i don't feel like i learned anything new here. violence is evil and often pointless. media interpretations and representations glorify and many times participate in the propagation of violent acts and behaviors.

this film seems to leave me thinking about the idea that, as good or bad people, we all die in unpredictably good or bad ways. motivation won't stop bullets or mad men or weak hearts. however, the plot offers absolutely no other commentary on that subject. so what? didn't i already know that 92 minutes ago?

[as i was typing this last sentence, i saw a black cat running across my neighbor's roof.]

an after-thought:
watch punch drunk love for a more intelligent and fresh perspective on violence as an element of love and anger and human behavior. violence as agent. violence as voice -- as an alternative to being silenced. possibly: as last resort. the colors that seem at once vivid while at the same time feeling washed also made the film stunning for me to watch.