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Lifeline - Boxed in!!!
It all starts where it ends...

Date: 2006-12-11 13:45
Subject: Lifeline
Security: Public
Location:Tampere, Finland
Music:A New World - Björk
Tags:film, picture post
Ten Minutes Older : The Trumpet is a 2002 portmanteau film with seven segments of ten minutes each, but one that is most sublimely poetic in its black and white visuals is the short movie “Lifeline”, by Spanish filmmaker Victor Erice, who has a filmography of only three major works, not including the short film in question.
On hot summer’s afternoon, a mother and her new born babe sleep soundly in the silence of an idyllic Spanish countryside. A heart shaped fresh bleed appears deep and brown on the babies white clothes. Meanwhile, all around the countryside, nature and routine follow the unstoppable stream of life. The midwife kneads dough with her short stubby fingers, ritually replacing the glass jar of water on a newspaper to her side. A desolate child slowly swings to and fro, staring at her feet; farmhands repeatedly rake the dry parched grass. A woodpecker plucks out fruit from a tree, as a snake writhely coils through the apples spread on the grass. Seated alone in the shadows of an attic, a boy draws the face of a watch on his left wrist. When he finishes, he puts it to his ear as if he could listen to the steady beat of the world around.

Chronos, with its watchful eye, attempts to control life… but life drains away. Blood blooms across the baby’s clothes as an endless rose, and a steady dripping becomes clear in the background. Water drips slowly from a faucet into a basin. An inquisitive feline visitor enters the room, almost imperceptibly sniffing, and lifts itself up on its hind legs to peer into the cradle. A fly’s steady buzz as it crawls on the babies head is loud in the sticky and still atmosphere. The child in the attic deletes from his skin the pretend watch.
Suddenly, the babies cry pierces the heavy and laden silence.
A dozen people suddenly rush. The midwife perceives the source of discomfort and remedies it with a scissors and fresh change of clothes, consoling the baby. Silently framed in the doorway are numerous faces, the maid, a girl with the scars of pox still visible on her face, the friends she was playing with just a minute ago.

The babe is handed to its mother, and as the parents gaze down at it, their faces are those of pure and strangely composed joy, not of happiness, not of relief, nothing faintly reminiscent of the baby's prior unease. The baby echoes the sentiment as it calmly now stares back into their eyes. The glances of the parents are playfully questioning it, asking it why it wanted to leave, re-iterating.

A lullaby floats in the air, rendered in a thick and rich Spanish voice– not now my son, not now…! The bloodied clothes are immersed in the full basin of water, slowly now tinting the water until it is a complete thick brown. The echo of history printed on the pages of the useless newspaper fades away, as water seeps into it from the discarded jug. Darkness descends again, the ambience is pregnant with death and destruction, and the date is visible- Friday, June 28, 1940.
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Mai Selph a.k.a. Monami Bhattacharya: enlanterner
User: moccacino
Date: 2007-04-18 09:59 (UTC)
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So here you are!

Nudge me if you are still using the journal and I will add you on.
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User: herendszelessen
Date: 2007-04-19 09:24 (UTC)
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Hey, nice to hear from ya! Added you up...
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Mai Selph a.k.a. Monami Bhattacharya: me&mylove
User: moccacino
Date: 2007-04-19 10:04 (UTC)
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Lots to catch up on. Read my past posts when you have the time and you will know! :D
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User: herendszelessen
Date: 2007-04-19 10:46 (UTC)
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Ah, lots is an understatement :) Was just reading your journal :D
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my journal
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