Occasionally, a movie arrives from my Netflix queue which is intentionally ignored. For weeks at a time, while I burn through television seasons, action movies, and chick flicks, this one movie will be overlooked – nearly avoided.
I like to call them serious movies. Though, another good name would be movies that make me feel things.
Bella is the most recent incarnation of that movie, and I am somewhat stunned after watching it. It was the most simple and most beautiful movie I’ve ever seen.
Someone once recommended playing surfer documentaries in the background of a party to set the mood, and I have always kept that in my mind as a simple way to be ridiculously cool. I think, if I ever through a party and want to be ridiculously sophisticated, I will play Bella in the background. Though, it might be sort of strange if I start crying about 75 minutes into the party.