Sumptuous and lovely, and, appropriately, full of deep yearning, longing, and desire . Too much yearning. An amount of yearning that stands in opposition to the standards of the upper class, Catholicism, and wealthy Catholics.
Felicity Jones asking if modern art “bosh” makes it clear enough that the exceedingly modern sensibilities trying to enter into the lives of these wealthy Catholic characters will be rejected, suppressed, and waved away as “bosh.”
The whole movie makes you think that these “old ways” are dumb and bad, but at the very very end you’re given a counterpoint: an idiot atheist soldier giving a monologue about “You’re born, you live, you die,” but with no room for beauty. “The future belongs to us” he says, hand waving the beautiful sculptures littered with barbwire and military fortification, “The old ways, all this, are gone.” Perhaps the ceremony and beauty of faith and art can coexist with more forgiving modern sensibilities without being utterly corrupted or destroyed.
Sumptuous and lovely, and, appropriately, full of deep yearning, longing, and desire . Too much yearning. An amount of yearning that stands in opposition to the standards of the upper class, Catholicism, and wealthy Catholics.
Felicity Jones asking if modern art “bosh” makes it clear enough that the exceedingly modern sensibilities trying to enter into the lives of these wealthy Catholic characters will be rejected, suppressed, and waved away as “bosh.”
The whole movie makes you think that these “old ways” are dumb and bad, but at the very very end you’re given a counterpoint: an idiot atheist soldier giving a monologue about “You’re born, you live, you die,” but with no room for beauty. “The future belongs to us” he says, hand waving the beautiful sculptures littered with barbwire and military fortification, “The old ways, all this, are gone.” Perhaps the ceremony and beauty of faith and art can coexist with more forgiving modern sensibilities without being utterly corrupted or destroyed.