Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Posted by Lycia Alexander-Guerra, M.D. at 7:12 AM
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Making it inside the space station capsule, disencumbered of her space suit, Stone floats in her underwear (remember Sigourney Weaver in Alien) like a joyful dancer, like a fetus in the womb. Was Stone’s favorite thing in space-- “the silence” --cavalier, or meant to foreshadow irony? Now all alone, lonelier than Twombley in Her (see 1-21-14 post), the memory of human connection is strong, and Stone uses the voice of her mentor to soldier on.
The viewer is ecstatic for her when she contacts [motto: have your fire extinguisher ready] the Chinese space station. On reentry, again the music swells [OMG, really?]. When she finally makes it to earth, emerging from the water like the first creature from the primordial ooze to stand heavily on land, we do not think about the inevitable osteoporosis and, worse, PTSD: the life threatening situation, the survival guilt, the sight of Sharif’s head blown out while the photo of his family hovers.
“…that’s why we keep talking, somebody might be listening” and it is “scary as shit, being untethered up here.”
Posted by Lycia Alexander-Guerra, M.D. at 1:45 AM
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
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Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Posted by Lycia Alexander-Guerra, M.D. at 5:26 PM