Life struck me as several cuts above “meh” but never made me jump out of my seat.
From Louisa Torrance, Austin, TX:
The emotions I'm having right now after seeing "Close Encounters of the Third Kind:"
I'm a twenty year old from Austin, Texas. I have no go-to genre of movie, no favorite movie, no actor of choice. Every question of these is subject to the moment of life I am, what maturity I've gained at the moment. Lying on my couch of my first solo apartment, in my silk robe and with bottle of wine bought by my cool aunt, I can say that this movie has reached out through my screen, it has pushed at a certain part of me. That place behind your stomach where when you're in love and that person doesn't love you back. Does this make sense?
I see so many human emotions in the acting, the wife that leaves her husband, the son that cries at dinner when his dad builds a strange cone out of his mashed potatoes. All people want when they love another person is to understand them, and the wife suddenly doesn't understand her husband, lying in the shower with his clothes on. She cries. The son doesn't understand why his normally sarcastic and know all father is playing with his food. He cries. This is such a statement on our relationships with others, how necessary it is for us to understand one another, how this inabiliy to speak and to comprehend the actions of those we care about, can cripple us to the point of leaving.
The scene where the French man signs to the alien and smiles, and the alien signs back and smiles, brought me to the point where I felt that push at the place in my stomach. There is the epitome of understanding -- another form of life speaking to us, and us repeating it back. It was truly beautiful. The father stepping into the ship, and us never knowing what communication occurred within, it's perfection. I don't have questions, I have hope.
What a incredible movie. Truly incredible.
Just thought I'd share.
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