Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Edmond

The thrill of having nothing prepared as a deadline beckons.

The improvised full-throttle immediate fledgling flight spontaneously soaring 'cross luscious intuitive biodiverse leafy greens, sporadically to avoid reckless comment, sardonically to uplift brave spirit.

Randomly plucked floral variability instinctually sewn in fecund pulpy reverie, overflowing verbose unedited botanicals regally inspiring embowered substance.

Fertilized on the go.

Specific social serene bewilderments forging intricate romantic unconscious endowments, as accidental liaisons and inarticulate flourishes beget ill-disposed classifications, tradition and novelty subterraneanly disputing henceforth and ever after, flush comedic unresolved discombobulated tension, bubbling up, frothing forth, with vigorous effervescent itinerant dis/simulation.

The budding lifeforce.

Hearty pulsation.

Worked up worked through worked out, discredited on the fly, aggrandized parched momentum.

This Edmond.

Based on Edmond Rostand (Thomas Solivérès).

As he wrote Cyrano de Bergerac.

And didn't finish 'til opening night.

I'd say the film's somewhat too sheepish if it didn't revel in risk-fuelled agglomeration.

I'd say it lacks delicate nuance if that wasn't beside the point.

I'd say it's far too sure of itself, indeed, if it didn't extol extemporaneity.

I'd say it's just far too dreamy if it didn't relish in hands on burden.

It's quite mainstream, a studio celebration of independence, which doesn't shy away from romanticizing hardship, or embellishing means with exceptional ends.

I like hope though, and Edmond abounds with that innocent hope which has told so many inspiring stories without focusing too intently on catastrophe.

There are catastrophes of course, setbacks, misfortunes, banishments, but they're all caught up in a Disneyesque current that makes them seem less cumbersome than they indubitably must have been.

Perpetual motion.

Ceaseless activity.

I got caught up in Edmond's hope-fuelled excitement.

It was a million to one shot.

That still hits the mark to this day.

So I've heard.

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