THE GREAT BEAUTY
On other posts, I wanted to share the books that have always moved me, surprised me, and been important in my life. This week, still under its influence, I would like to recommend the film “The Great Beauty“, a visual exercise, as artistic as thoughtful, sharp, and detailed in all its aspects.
This film, by Italian director Paolo Sorrentino, is a large emotional description of what can make us beautiful, even when immersed in the absolute ugliness of what we see around us and what we are given by people; and it also covers how impossible it can be to enjoy beauty if we feel void.
Beauty always need us to make it soulful. It is not static, it is not for free. It is in our eyes, and comes from the experiences that we keep, the memories that we have built, for better or for worse.
We are as beautiful as we consider ourselves to be. Our world is beautiful because we give out thoughts and emotions.
“The Great Beauty” begins with the image of a tourist struck down before the breathtaking view of the city of Rome from the Janiculum Hill, for his sensitivity does not allow him to withstand that obvious and essential beauty. Perhaps at times, and although we seek it, we are not prepared to live it? Maybe if, instead of those healthy doses of beauty of the little things, we are given a complete and utter beauty, we are lost. Like the main character Jep Gambardella and their people, who live like shadows in a perfect landscape. They apparently have what many identify as happiness, and nevertheless are simply blind to beauty, to good things, to what fills up their souls.
I end this reflection with these dialogues which condense beauty and pain, the two sides of the same coin that make mutual sense and help us through life:
Holy Nun: Why have not you written another book yet?
Jep: I was looking for the beauty, but I still have not found it.
Holy Nun: And do you know why I only eat roots?
Jep: No, why?
Holy Nun: Because the roots are the most important part.
Girl: Now I want to show you something (partially undresses and dresses up again)
Jep (reliving that moment):
It always ends well, with death, but before, life has been hidden under the “blah, blah, blah”.
Everything is settled under the chatter and noise.
The silence and the feeling.
The excitement and the fear.
The squalid, inconsistent, flashes of beauty.
And also, the wretched squalor and miserable humanity.
All buried under the mantle of the hassle of being in the world, blah, blah, blah.
What lies beyond that is elsewhere.
I am not interested in going elsewhere.
So begins this novel.
In the background, it is just a trick.
Yes, it is just a trick.
I wish you a beautiful week.