Somewhere in Time (1980) may be a story of regression, past lives, and self-hypnotic time travel (somewhat unbelievably of course) but while weaving together a believable story I was eventually struck by the enduring love of Christopher Reeve (left), as a playwright, and Jane Seymour (as a theatre actor) who at a place in time or timelessness are still there for one another.
In the sequel to Grease, Grease 2 (1982), a film I have not seen, and neither do I want to, but, I am told, has the usual pouting’s, posers, and poising from cool, tough males and their pretty girlfriends. They are boys and girls who aim to please. But I have always had the feeling where does one draw the line when it comes to “showing off”? To me, I’d just get sick of putting on a show, unless I was actually in a movie. Be genuine, in other words. Yet to be accepted one can do silly things…
This transformation is a sight for starved eyes for the fascinating kind, but which reminds me that humans are never meant to be like their animal, be that insect, neighbours, a sobering reminder of our place in the world. I do not like gross, but there is some point to it all. We are not like animals, we are not like insects, as wonderful as these are. We are human.
The diverse environment he lived in caused him to travel and go wandering. He was a seeker of truth and believed there must be more behind the diversity of his background. The oasis brings the older Gurdijieff on the verge of a breakthrough to find what he is looking for. Yet Brundle becomes the difference between what makes insects insects and humans humans. The two do not mix. Which brings up the nature of the two different species and how they can never quite merge successfully. They were made to be separate. Perhaps this could look like God saying, come back to your senses, as some things you are doing are out of whack. The one who wishes to change the world may become the victim of his own ambition. Ambitious drive, and progress, has become rather tragic in the end. Yet Gurdijieff sought so much more.
Meetings with Remarkable Men is about a person’s search for truth, inner meaning, the hidden realities behind life and things. Meetings with Remarkable Men was based on a book by G.I. Gurdjieff, who was born in Alexandropol in the then Russian Empire, about the middle to late 1800’s. His father was Greek and his mother Armenian. I have not read the book, but what I gather is that Gurdjieff held several ideas and some of these are explored in the film, but what counts most for me are not his variegated ideas, but the one central, configuring desire that impels to explore the nether regions for more. I find many of his ideas off-putting but the driving force and the search is what makes his journey relatable.