The following video I took this morning. It is my favorite thing about my commute to work in the morning. Standing at the front of the platform, close to the mouth of the tunnel,watching the train come blasting past me, the blast of air almost bowling me over. So cool.
I love the subway, for all the obvious reasons (efficient mass transit, cheap, requires no concentration, and I can read while I commute), but I also love the subway because it is powerful in an unstoppable, seismic way. And it is terrible, the way a Greek god must have been terrible to behold. In an excellent way, it is primitive.
Speaking of movies, there are a couple of movies on that I want to see, maybe tomorrow afternoon. One is called Restrepo, a documentary about a platoon of soldiers in Afghanistan's Korengal valley. It looks incredible, visceral and gripping. The second I'm interested in is Winter's Bone, a drama set in Missouri that won the Grand Jury Prize at Sundance. My main hesitation with both of them is the movies to which they are compared.
Resterpo is described as being as "visceral as Hurt Locker, but real." I did not like Hurt Locker. It was not compelling to me, nor did it seem to be realistic. It was not visceral. It just seemed fabricated, soldiers given emotions that filmmakers think they should feel. (This reaction is partly my own gut instinct and partly gleaned from conversations with a friend in the military.)
So hopefully Restrepo is not an over-editorialized mushy documentary, but it might be.
Winter's Bone has been compared to Precious, which looks terrible. I have no interest in seeing Precious, and I hope that Winter's Bone is not similar.
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