I did
not regret going to the Cinematheque this afternoon to view the Berlinale,
particularly, Frieder Schlaich’s “Three Stones for Jean Genet,” with Patti
Smith narrating. Who is Patti Smith? Ja asked before we left home. Of course, I
did not tell him I knew all about Patti Smith from Sheilfa, I miss that old
witch. Later, I'd realized Ja and Patti Smith are born the same year, and yet, they never heard of each other. Ja lived in a totally different world, where Patti Smiths could not exist. Patti Smith believed rock and roll belongs to the people, not to the rich and famous rock stars. Ja hated rock and roll, whether or not it belonged to the people. I loved to think of people like Patti Smith at the time when I was already freaking out of my daily routine, where some people simply suffocate me. So, I did not regret viewing Un
Paraiso, either; painful, absurd and shocking; I did not regret even that other
story about a teenager wanting to buy Marc Jacobs sunglasses, I did not regret any
of the stories at all; despite Ja, mumbling out loud in the middle of Marc
Jacobs, “I’ve wasted my time here, what kind of movie is this, it’s just like a
play you produce in class, where nothing is happening, the story is not going anywhere.” I covered Ja’s mouth, so he asked. “Let’s talk
when we’re outside?” Outside, he said, I don’t
have your intelligence to understand those stories, I could not perceive meaning
from them. I sighed. I would have said, I don't have the intelligence to understand my life. I could not perceive any meaning from my daily grind. But I said instead, “Only because you've grown up to expect the story has a beginning,
a middle and an end.”
Was it Marguerite Duras who said you can begin your story anywhere?
“Your stories begin at the beginning and end at the end," I told Ja. "You adhere to Aristotelian unity. You even design your life in that concept of unity, mistaking it for truth. You believe in the Order of the
Universe. You believe in the Absolute Truth and Absolute God, You cannot accept a movie
that defies this sense of order. That's why, you freaked out.”
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