Books and Tell No One

Making books was so much fun this week. It was very cool to approach books from the new angle of making the physical thing, rather than looking at it as something to hold your pages. I get an immense satisfaction out of seeing the pieces come together and know that I am building it.

Tell No One was so lovely in it's themes and emotions. Nearly every alternative scene was potentially gut-wrenching, so that tears or an emotional epiphany could be at any time. I thought the movie touched upon many different important relationships, such as parental with Bruno and his son at the beginning of the movie, Beck and his (past?) wife's parents, Beck and his sister, Beck and his sister's wife... Each relationship was fully developed, and realistic. It reminded me of when we were watching the most recent Prisoner episode and Luke mentioned how even the minor characters were, at least, characters. Every person was an individual, as opposed to extras to the script. Every character hasa purpose, no matter how small their role. It was this attention to detail that set Tell No One apart from American films. While a regular movie would have two grunting hitmen wearing skimasks holding guns, this film has a Russian woman who with her bare hands puts her victims into such pain that they can't even breathe. The film had a distinct personality, with it's soundtrack choice and nostalgic flashbacks. I'm terrified that American cinema will blunt the fine edges of this film, and make it something everyone can enjoy, as opposed to something the few can appreciate.