Raf Yorumu: eylül (@sircafanusta

bir şeyler hissetmek istediğimde soundtrack’i dinlemem bile yeterliyken ev’e gelişimin ritüelini yerine getirip bilmem kaçıncı kez izledim. şuan sabahın ilk saatlerinin sessiz soğukluğu var. dünyada bir sen bir de boğuk sesli kuşlar varmış gibi hissettiğin o yalnız ama olabildiğince insanca…devamıbir şeyler hissetmek istediğimde soundtrack’i dinlemem bile yeterliyken ev’e gelişimin ritüelini yerine getirip bilmem kaçıncı kez izledim. şuan sabahın ilk saatlerinin sessiz soğukluğu var. dünyada bir sen bir de boğuk sesli kuşlar varmış gibi hissettiğin o yalnız ama olabildiğince insanca gelen sabahlardan. ilk izlediğimde rafta özellikle virgin mary alegorisi olmak üzere uzun sembolik detaylar ve inceliği hakkında bir gönderi hazırladığımı hatırlıyorum. (cecilia’nın giydiği gelinlik, karaağacın ölümü…) film her seferinde aynı yerden acıtıyor. -We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them. -Dr. Armonson stitched up her wrist wounds. Within five minutes of the transfusion he declared her out of danger. Chucking her under the chin, he said, "What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets." And it was then Cecilia gave orally what was to be her only form of suicide note, and a useless one at that, because she was going to live: "Obviously, Doctor," she said, "you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl. -It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house, with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together. Filmin kendi estetiği, dekoru, kostümleri o kadar tanıdık o kadar buruk bir tat bırakıyor ki.