there are not a lot of good movies out there. there are good actors, men and women alike - but that doesn't necessarily translate into good movies. things that got screened to the cinema are big budget flicks with sexy women, pretty boys and lots of explosives - the more destructive it is, the better.
i missed watching quiet movies that do not aim to make a statement about anything. it is just a story about someone or something - it doesn't want to judge or save, it just wants to share - this is life out there.
and that's what i thought about peacock (2010). my sister said it was disturbing - despite it not being a horror movie. it was about a town's recluse - john skillpa and the discovery of a woman in his house. he is constantly afraid of people and it only made it worse when a train accidentally smashed into his backyard. the town people who had long been curious about him and his old house can not hide their enthusiasm for his life - it emerged that there is a woman living with him and they seemed not aware about each other's life.
watching this movie reminds me of the powerful story telling a good plot can bring. like the build up of pressure you feel when you watched the king (2005) and no country for old man (2007). cillian murphy played john skillpa which deserves accolade - the thing he does reminds me of the amount it takes for movies like the machinist (2004) and dead ringers (1988) possible to make - and that's what good actors produce - sheer acting brilliance.
it's a story about private madness - and it is out there, in flesh and blood.
