Sunday, 25 October 2009

man on wire - (labri)

Here is a breath-taking film to stagger out of. Here is subversion of Babel. Here is a picture of the fine line between madness and genius. Here is a fearlessness in death. Here the gift of wire-walking is married perfectly to the gift of faith, faith, that passionate drive to do it, that infectious zest for the unpragmatic. If a faith such as his bears this fruit, offers this message, and moves people to imagine another way, what then of your faith, what then of mine. At every new combing of this spectacle, my own small minded submission to a life less adventurous is convicted. All the fearful ways I move from day to day, ensuring bread is on the table, that no one gets offended and that decency and propriety retain their place in my line of worship.

And there is a temptation to worship this man, and yet this heist deflates as our proud but still compelling hero allows himself the moral failure, the model failure of abandoning the love of his youth. The honest and untriumphant conclusion allows the art to stand as the gift it should be. That he would want such an honest biopic to be made is a certain repentance.

Do the dishonest means by which the team achieved their beautiful end detract from its vitality, or does the beauty of the act pour scorn on our petty morals? In what ways might or ought our lives demand a why to be asked by passing pedestrians?

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1155592/

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

'Why?'

Phil you are dearly missed.

Is philip_a_jackson@hotmail.com still in use?

Love, Yi Ning

Kold_Kadavr_flatliner said...

What you should be talking about, smelly BO, is how you're gonna explain to God Almighty about your juggernaut of worthless abortions when you perish. Alas, few make Heaven in this age of superlative deceit. Hopefully, the owner of this killer blog, too - I'm having a beer Upstairs withem. Won't you join U.S.? God bless.