My longing for an evening wondering around Brooklyn, only to find myself seated in a theater with the saltiest popcorn, feels insurmountable these days. It is saved mostly for days that feel too hot to be out and too hot to be in. The kind of day where the theater’s odd chill and anonymity in the middle of a New York City day, seems like the stuff dreams were made of. And maybe those days were a dream?
I have been able to satisfy that longing with an apetite for beautiful films that can be devoured late at night on my sofa. It isn’t the movie theater. But my body recognizes the similarity when sitting in the dark with the windows open and bag of Pop Chips on my lap. The films alone bring such a unique satisfaction to my soul. A replenishment of sorts, if you will.
Lately, I’ve been craving If Beale Street Could Talk. It was one of those films and one of those city nights for me, you know? I crave it not only because the timing of our world in juxtaposition to it. It is also the sweetness of the colors, the beauty of the faces, and the intimate tones. It is the fact that I could see the texture of eyebrows so clearly, and felt as if I could touch the corners of a beard through the screen. It’s stunning depiction of James Baldwin’s powerful book, is crave-worthy. And for now, time spent on that corner of my couch with it will do.
What beautiful films have you watched (or rewatched) lately?