Boyhood

boyhoodA couple of months back, a lady walked into the store I worked at.
As far as customers go, there was nothing remarkable about her- no exotic demands were made, nor did she possess a haughty demeanor.
When she stood in front of me however, I froze.
I mumbled something, and proceeded to charge her credit card.
As the machine took its time to process the transaction, I decided I needed to speak up, or that feeling of uneasiness that had come upon me would bother me all day.

Gathering the necessary courage, I said: “What perfume do you use? It reminds me of…something.”
“Vanilla Splash”, she replied, smiling.
She wasn’t even done with her answer, and I knew.
A minute later, when she left, I hurried myself to the back of the store and started to weep.

It’s been 3 years since I last saw my girlfriend- I suppose you’d call her an ex now-; 3 years since that fragrance stopped being a constant in my life.
Yet a whiff of it had been enough to conjure a deluge of memories, some of which I thought forever forgotten, and flood me with them.

That’s how watching Boyhood felt like.

A million tiny moments like a million old photographs.
Thousands of events and non-events, marked by the people in them, the places.
Every single memory, forged into a single riveting explosion of nostalgia, like the mega bombs the characters in Mason’s (Ellar Coltrane) favorite television show, Dragon Ball Z, employ every other episode.

This is absolute cinema.
2 hours and 40 minutes of something so pure it transcends the barriers of celluloid itself, and becomes a testament of the great human spirit, like Romeo & Juliet, or the Sistine Chapel.

If the creators of those landmarks are considered immortal, then Richard Linklater is at the very least, stealing a line from the song that plays during the glorious final minutes, a hero.

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One thought on “Boyhood

  1. This is a really thoughtful, well written review. Maybe I should give Boyhood another chance? I just couldn’t really engage with it in the same way? And ended up finding it beautiful but lacking something. I did a comedic-ally critical review of Boyhood on my blog and love it if you wanted to give me some feedback/shares. https://slatethesilverscreen.wordpress.com/2015/04/30/about-a-boyhood-how-i-learned-to-have-an-irrational-dislike-for-one-mans-ridiculous-vision/

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