After witnessing the beauty of an arthouse film, the big screen list interests me less and less.
All plotlines may go out the window when watching these marvelling films, for the plot is not always of significance.
It’s the ability to watch the most unpleasant thing and see something beautiful.
It’s looking past what stands out and finding hidden meaning.
It’s metaphorical, unusual and pleasing to the eye. It’s never the same.
A predictable American love story is unfulfilling, yet an artistic portrayal of a love story is captivating.
The English language seems effortless and gets abused, and anything in French sounds beautiful.
I find myself growing ever more tired of clichés and stereotypes and predictable storylines.
I want more in a film experience and I’ve found that in arthouse.