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Matinee: 'Castello Cavalcanti'
18 October 2014
Saturday matinees long ago let us escape from the ordinary world to the island of the Swiss Family Robinson or the mutinous decks of the Bounty. Why not, we thought, escape the usual fare here with Saturday matinees of our favorite photography films?
So we're pleased to present the fifty-fifth in our series of Saturday matinees today: Wes Anderson's Castello Cavalcanti.
This nearly eight-minute short is both ridiculous and sublime, so well-crafted that even the obvious mistakes have been carefully groomed.
There's acting so bad it's obviously intended. And performances so supple, they seem as if they required no rehearsal at all.
The dialog balances stilted lines like a magic trick against harmonized verses from the chorus of life. One thing leads to another as unlikely as an itch leads to a scratch, a look to a kiss.
It is incredibly believable.
And just the thing to share with you this particularly Saturday when we are celebrating the wedding of a nephew of whom we are very fond and the impossibly wonderful girl he introduced us to a few years ago.
Life is like that. Impossible. Yet inevitable.
So many catastrophes befall us as we go through our lives, it's a wonder we get up in the morning. Are we only here, we wonder incredulously, to face more trouble as we navigate the road to life? Impossible.
But somehow we inevitably leave the smoldering ruins of these catastrophic wrecks we suffer. Despite the urge to continue the race, we face reality and resign ourselves to taking the bus.
Until -- out of the blue -- something happens. We find ourselves among friends. We laugh. We hug. We remember a story. We snap a few pictures. We get the video rolling. We eat. And laugh some more. And wait for the next bus.
"In a way, I'm glad I crashed," J. Cavalcanti reflects sitting among his newly-discovered card-playing ancestors in Castello Cavalcanti.
Appunto, as we like to say now and then with imprecise precision. Exactly!
So wherever you crash today, let's raise a glass and toast the impossible yet inevitable wonders that grace our lives and keep us going.