i just watched blind date and i’m so torn
it felt like someone tried to shove this very long and intrisicated and intense story in this tiny… film… the plot is actually really good if you think about it. really good indeed. but like
the first two dates make the film sound extremely try hard imo. like they were trying to make a theatre play into a movie and that’s where mis-en-scenes become such cheap conceptual movies lol that makes it look really bad. especially the lack of characterization within the roles they are playing!!
then it starts to get really good and intense towards the last third of the movie and if feels like the most important parts weren’t developed. i felt that more explanation on how the girl died and what exactly was that separated them as in more insinuations during their dates (or more of the girl talking, cause in the end her participation is almost useles; if they had done a better job at telling the story, her voice wasn’t even necessary, even less because……… why is a dead 5 y/o talking so clearly) would’ve made it a lot better. the repetition every single date of the names, the laugh, the car, the role play, the rape, the mother fucker, the magician and all was really clever but it starts to get boring and forced when that’s the only thing going on. add more fuel to it, tell the story properly, lmao. explain why she hands himm the photos and why he burns them! explain why they keep trying after so many years! don’t give out hints and let them be!!
but the last dates were super nice. some were better than others. the last one is confusing af but the one before that is incredible imo. the ending is a bit confusing, a bit surprising but actually realistic i guess. if not they’d have to stretch it and clearly they couldn’t anymore lol but yea. i felt like the deal of them roleplaying was really weak? only 3 dates were convincing as what they wanted to role play about and maybe not even nice (although i did like the one where she’s tough), so what really was the reason behind it!!!
but, cropping the plot from the film itself, it’s actually pretty clever, especially with the events unfolding, the lack of reactions and the repetitions of problems. it’s really interesting how they always stop talking on a certain topic, and imagine how that went on for years on end! and then you think they’re getting closer to stepping up on their personal struggles with the situations BUT THEY AREN’T and i was a bit disappointed. but it’s also great how issue after issue started to come up with the girl’s death; it isn’t anymore about her, but about their whole relationship.
and what a great fucking come back was when she said every time about her father being a magician (actually, erm, an ilusionist) once he said was his job/aptitude? was and then he fucking tells her he fucked his mom. in the ass. in the ass!!!! he tells her twice just like this!!!! and she says ‘i know’ with that bland ass face!!!! oedipus complex fucking slams dunks electra’s in the fucking ASS man. now let me go back and analyse what’s his relation to this blind dating kink and hers and who’s there for guilt!!
the story, though, reminded me a lot of alabama monroe in some parts. in a lot of parts actually! especially because they both also seemed to be one the dreamer and the other the realistic, except in other aspects. it was truly a really clever plot anyway.
also: thinking about the last scene, it’s great to think (me myself thinking!!) that her killing herself and basically deliberately forcing him to kill himself along could kinda be both her last resort and her comeback to his raping of her; but also, wasn’t it his choice to come to this date and find peace with her! wow. she’s there to end the pain he and the loss pressured onto her and he’s there because she was his last string!! (although i couldn’t make it out if he really killed himself? damn it)
okay but all this talk and the only reason for me to have thought it all in the first place? that part where the kid says that the mother couldn’t take his love again because she was afraid that loving him back was forgetting the girl’s death, and forgetting was worse than the loss itself. it really got me fucking well, dang
(that was the moment when i accepted the film as an actually good one. boooooooooooooooooooooooooo)