The tagline on the movie posters for Life of Pi is ” the journey of a lifetime”. Here we all are following a similar transformative survival journey: Scott’s.
I saw this Ang Lee masterpiece with Scott today. In order to do so, Scott had to buy tickets in advance a few days ago, arrange a taxi pickup at 8am, and get me up in time for both of us to catch some breakfast. Then armed with pillows and medical supplies–just in case–we endure the bumpy 45 minute drive each way to the Inox Theatre in Panjim. At this time of day the theatre is not jammed full of rowdy moviegoers, we will not have traffic problems to make Scott’s trip any longer than it has to be, and we can return quickly to the hotel before it gets too hot out.
The film is an exquisite rendition of the book in every way. Scott was touched by many themes in the work, but especially heartbreaking that Pi and Scott will never see his family and friends back home again. We both cried heavily throughout the film. I welcomed the tears and the release that this powerful story-well-told gave me and my beloved. Perhaps just like Pi, Scott is both Pi and the tiger. But unlike Pi Scott is also the bear…. . . .
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Beautiful post, Katy. Thanks for sharing this with us.
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this. film is. a journey of finding your innerself and exploring. ones deepest feelings of self…my own journey is so close to the ideals of this film i truly was moved to the edge….sdm
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So happy that you guys got to see “Life of Pi” – a beautiful masterpiece that made me weep with joy and laugh.
Just finished reading a beauty from “God In All Worlds” that I wanted to share with you lovebirds, a poem by David Whyte called
CLOUD-HIDDEN
This chapter is closed now,
not one word more
until we meet some day
and the voices rising
to the window
take wing and fly.
Open the old casement
to the lands we have forgotten,
look
to the mountains and ridgeways
and the steep valleys,
quilted by green,
here, as the last worlds fall away,
the great and silent rivers of life
are flowing into the oceans,
and on a day like any other
they will carry you again,
abandoned, on the currents you have fought,
to the place you did not know
you belonged.
And just as you came into life
surprised
you go out again,
lifted,
cloud-hidden
from one unknown
to another
and fall and turn
and appear again in the mountains
not remembering
how in the beginning
you refused
to join,
could not speak of,
did not even know
you were that deep
calm
welling
almost forgotten
spring
of eternal presence.
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