Memento of Blanchett

Manifesto

I had this unusual experience while watching this movie. Whoever has written the script possesses a rather profound if not knowledge about arts and life, it ought to be understanding about those spheres.
Saying "whoever" not because I do not know the name, as convenient it is these days for the internet, but because the statement was indicated rather as in the form of "I do not know what kind of a person he is" way.

I am at least accustomed even with the depth of the English language, yet, found extraordinarily incomprehensible of everything they are saying in this film. It is as if when you are not concentrating, drifting away swayed by the voice and lines in the middle. As if it has been a massive challenge towards the audience, a competition with one-self of how much concentration they can behold consecutively. I found myself trailing off unwittingly in between the movie a great deal of times.

Not that my mind was wandering somewhere else, or that I was not in the mood for the movie nor I was externally distracted by anything.
And eventually, I watched that movie more than three times, every time skipping nothing and watching from the beginning to the end.

I loved Blanchett already, then watching Tar left me in awe already, discovering her talent once again. Then, the manifesto uplifted my admiration for her to a whole different level.

She has been cast for 13 different characters in this single movie. And needless to mention she did every character in a mesmerizing manner that will leave you in awe for her perfection of adapting each character and precisely fitting into each.

Tar

First, time I watched this cinema was for it as a cinema, and the second time I watched only her and her. During the second time, throughout the whole cinema I felt like an assassin, patiently waiting for the target while keeping the eye on the sniper, tracking every tiny to tiniest movement of my target.

I was very enthusiastically observing every gesture she makes, every fluctuation in her countatance, and her eyes.
I was looking into her eyes, when they were showing hate, insecurity, pride, vanity, pain, contentment, grievance, suffering, aspiration, dejection, efforts, and...and LOVE.
I adored the way she looked at her lover(s), with so much passion, desire, and love that it is hardly ever perceivable that it is nothing but acting, regardless of the gender.
And that I loved how she was all high and mighty, classy but perfectly depicted the "love is blind" towards her young love and almost ruined her magnificent career. As I said, even her betrayals were beautiful that instead of swearing it made only praise her.
Indeed, she is not the best actress out there, nor has nobody before has played that sort of act before; however, honestly, tell me how do you start admiring one's acting?

There are many movies, actors, and actresses who are famous to the audience,critiques, yet I find those plainly boring. There are some movies where they just act in one single countenance, bland expressions with some good lines, sometimes not even that, and yet are praised highly.
To me, I search for the fluctuations of varieties of emotions to be displayed, which are not anyway related to the actor/actress. I like them to show so much more acting while they are acting, which should be appreciated as well regardless of how not very high class the movie is classified to.

And these two films were I think one of the few best works Cate Blanchett has worked in her career until now. Specially, Manifesto, the theme is so profound, mind boggling, and equally insight provoking, that it has become my favourite thing to do, start the movie and lie down, only listening to the dialogues.

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