American Beaute

Angel-Five

March 9, 2000

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I just saw American Beauty finally. I didn't want to see it, but went to indulge my brother. And the first half hour or so I was squirming in my seat -- I thought it was horrible and cheesy.

It ended up being one of the best movies I've ever seen in my life. I can't for the life of me imagine, unless it's due to the earlier scenes, why anyone would call this a bad movie. My brother suggests that it's because some of the caricatures in the movie cut too close to the bone for some folk, but if so it's a matter of their perception. There isn't anyone portrayed in the movie who isn't wonderfully human; it's completely engaging to watch every character unfold and I can't remember the last time I watched a movie where my perspective was shifted so skillfully and so many times. My perspective on each character and my perspective on the tale. And the performances were excellent.

Different strokes for different folks; I saw beauty. And not just in the beautiful shots and the brilliant engineering of some of the scenes and the cutting from media to media and in the soundtrack, not the standard sense of beauty, but beauty in the way Ricky Fitts saw beauty in the face of god.