BLACK & CHROME
The other day, I watched a movie called MAD MAX FURY ROAD BLACK & CHROME.
This is a re-screening of the latest MAD MAX series released two years ago, with the content changed to black and white.
Director George Miller, who has continued to hold the megaphone since the first film, is now over 70 years old, and despite repeated setbacks, he felt an incredible sense of romance in the fact that he was able to film the latest film in the series for the first time in about 30 years. I went to see the summer original color version first thing in the morning on the first day it was released.
After a while, I learned that there was a movie theater in western Tokyo that was showing the same movie on a special basis.
Apparently, the sound systems and engineers who work hard to do more than just turn up the volume are incurring costs that are ``ignoring profitability'' and ``preparing for losses.''
Although I don't keep up with the ever-evolving experiential cinema since 3D, I am moved by the huge sound, and above all, I can't help but feel the romanticism of the manliness of the movie theaters.
So I headed to the theater excited and surrendered to the intense worldview of the movie and the crazy sound.
The other day, as I was walking around Shinjuku, I noticed a MAD MAX poster on the wall of a movie theater called Shinjuku Piccadilly.
I wondered if it was being re-released at this late date, so I looked closer and saw that it said ``Black & Chrome Edition.''
Curious, I headed to the movie corner of Kinokuniya Bookstore diagonally across the street, opened the page of a movie magazine, and found an article in which director George Miller declared, ``This is the best version.'' .
I returned to the theater feeling a sense of romance for the third time due to my obsession and almost intoxicating passion for the work.
I can't remember how long it's been since I watched a black and white movie on the big screen in a theater, but it gives me an indescribable feeling.
Perhaps it's because the imagination tries to compensate for the omission of a single piece of information, such as color, but from images with emphasized shadows, the emotions conveyed by a person's facial expressions, the hardness, weight, and pain of metal, etc., are suddenly blurred out. I felt like I was going to jump into it in a cool way.
Ah, I see, it's all about shadows after all.
Speaking of shadows, leather jackets
Speaking of shadows, cooling fins
Anything that makes a man numb has a shadow.
Is this really far-fetched?