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Existentialism
Woody Allen (1935)
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I
love the rain, It washes the memories off the sidewalk
of life
(Play it agqain,Sam) |
On
why is Woody Allen between the existentialists,or what does
frustration has to do with choice.
Woody
Allen ,the filmmaker, the god of frustration,and psychoanalysis.His
films are made to remember our everyday life,this man trapped
between nightmares and fear.What is there between Central
Park and Soho is this man moving and silently screaming between
skycreepers and loneliness.Never being an existentialist,his
solutions are similar to the sartrian sensation of overcoming
nausea.They last for a moment,a man born from its ashes that
finally liberates from the weight of the world,but still inside
of the self in the empty world of his limits.But a brand new
man.
A civilization called mankind,evolving into science,and dealing
with marital arguments and anorgasmia,and the terrible fear
of a death that instead of inmortality might bring nothingness.Left
to 5th Av Homo Sapiens, all the learnings he needs to become
the enemy of the "other" ,that ghost present inside
of the sweetests dreams and the routine words,that other that
is what the world become when it is not me,in spite of my
will.Subtile judgement, is made to society,but never from
a superhero moral,but as a part of it,a poluted and ill running
to catch another place where to go.God is rejected and accepted
every single hourin a circular search that leads to frustration,frustration
later argued with an analyst and later with a wife,and later
with a lover,to start again the god question,to go bak to
the analyst,to fall in someone else's arms, to feel decieved
and search for god.To find what?A question that sounds like
why do I keep doing this to myself.And the possible answer
to it:because I cannot become but what I made of myself and
what I made for the other.
Ce
qu'on fait n'est jamais compris mais seulement loué ou blâmé.
Nietzsche, Gay Science |
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