shouting at the ground (brigittasucks) wrote in aesthetic_twats,
shouting at the ground

Trembling Before G-d

I saw the movie Trembling before G-d tonight, and I'd like to talk about it. First of all, dude, it's the first non-hollywood cheesecake movie I've seen since I left Cleveland this summer, not that I'm opposed to Cheesecake, but as I've mentioned, it makes your brain fat and sluggish and it's got no nutritional value. So if nothing else, I appreciated that the film was grainy.
Trembling before G-d is a documentary, and there are certain things to appreciate about the film documentary. For one thing, there's no re-shooting. Well, duh, but what I mean is that you only have the one shot to make your point. Even if the film is biased in your favor, you can still come across as a moron. Of course, you can always edit out the idiotic things later~~ I'm certain Micheal Moore edits all of the statements that don't skew well with his demo. But this documentary was pretty bare of that. People on both sides argued well, people on both sides argued poorly. I think the the film was most guilty of bias in camera angles. Ever since the Barbera Walters interview with Monica Lewinsky, I've paid attention to the way non-fiction film uses angles to betray a bias. In the Lewinsky interview, the camera was below Monica's face looking up very close up so that Monica looked like a looming monster, while the angle on Barbera was far and from slightly above so that she looked very un-imposing and... good. I mean, half the time you could see up Monica's nose. In this film, people the filmmaker seemed to be particularly unfond of were shot at unflattering angles which brought out ugly physical charictaristics.

The film was about hasidic (sp?) and orthodox jews who also happen to be gay or lesbian, how they fit in in a world that tells them they are all wrong. I identified with this on several levels, not that I am Jewish or particularly gay. But it was a story of trying to reconcile who you are with your upbringing, something I was never able to do.

I cried when a 58 year old gay man said "All I want is my dad back. I'm 58 years old and I want my daddy." Then he sang a hebrew song that his father had sung. I feel the same way every time I go to church. I cry because I don't *want* to not believe, I just can't, you know?

Eh, anyway, it was very good, thumbs up.
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