It’s that tunnel feeling again, the white light at the prized end.
It’s the sounds, the colors, the sneak-peak previews.
It’s the quiet, the coming as a community and experiencing as the individual.
The joy of separating in order to return to the tribe and share one’s journey.
It’s honest truth, the pure magic of it all.
Watching a movie at the cinemas hits me every time.
Especially, especially, when it’s a movie worth my time and attention and care.
Arrival was that for me.
Beautifully shot, well-executed, daft writing and acting — it’s worthy of your time and care.
A movie that explores the importance of language and communication, something our New world needs to be reminded of and revisited more than ever.
One reviewer said it best, “[Arrival] takes its focus away from the invaders … and shines it directly on human character and the questions of what might happen if we actually tried to communicate and solve the puzzle of our differences with brains, rather than brawn.” (Frank Wilkins, Rotten Tomatoes)
Director Denis Villeneuve is a neighbor from across the border. The film naturally feels like it’s been shot by a foreigner, someone acutely tuned to the layered beauty of subtly, human complexity, and the delicateness of communication.
Amy Adams is just like one of us, no exotic beauty or outside dividers. She’s a walking civilian. She acts like a human being in normal circumstances and therefore draws you in. It’s pure inspiration for me to know that talent can surpass the superficiality of this industry. Again, magic.