Feb 02 2008
There Was Plenty of Blood
Watched “There Will Be Blood” tonight. After the movie was over, Song and I stayed in our seats, didn’t know what to make of it. Finally, I said, “Boy, I never saw so much anger in one movie.”
Not sure it is my kind of movie but I can tell it is a good one. If it does become some kind of arty cultish movie, I can image why.
I remembered once I went with a church group to hike Mt. Adams. On our way back, the leader, Paster Bob, decided to go spelunking in a cave nearby. When we got to the cave entrance, I knew it was a mistake: it wasn’t so much an entrance as a rat hole on the ground. Following a thread-thin ray of daylight, I could see the hole expanding into profound darkness. We squeezed, crawled, climbed and pulled each other along half a mile. Turning on flashlight didn’t help much, since all I could see was the light beam being sucked into endless darkness.
When I finally shake myself out of the ground, I knew full well this would be my last and only spelunking outing. However, thinking back, I have to admit it was a very memorable trip.
That is how this movie makes me feel: I was very uncomfortable while watching it. But I can totally see why it is extraordinary or why there are others who will like it.
One more thing, I don’t know why the director chose the allegro from Brahms’ violin concerto for the sound track. It is rather strange seeing a primitive industrial machine slowly cranking under an oil rig in the middle of Navajo desert while listening to Ann Sophie Mutter playing her hearts out …