It occurs to me that University operates as a murky mid-place, stuffed in between a lifetime of warm mollycoddling and a future of unrealised independence. It’s not quite the chaotic adventure you expect: it’s a bubble that you bob along in. And what did Paul Simon say about boys in bubbles: “These are the days of miracles and wonder” – but are they?
After all your flat is not a home – it’s a space. With posters and friends and noodles and cutlery you can convince yourself otherwise. But it’s not home. It’s a temporary den. “Don’t cry baby, don’t cry!” A sorta-house, fine.
These are just some of the thoughts that the hypnotic film Home had me thinking whilst watching this Innovative Learning Week.
Far from being about the complexities of a kid swapping cities to study somewhere else, the film is an astounding, ground-breaking study and story of Earth in intense, beautiful detail, shot using aerial-only footage by first time Director Yann Arthus–Bertrand.
And there was something about the rolling waves, the dancing clouds and the murmuring volcanoes that made me question my own place on this vast planet. I’m sure this was a directorial intention: to give the viewer the feeling of sinking into trance, becoming smaller before the magnitude of life itself.
Great cinema has the effect of rendering you gob-smacked. (Which, incidentally is why you should always see a bad film on a date so you have something to talk about). Home is without question, great cinema.
Aside from technical innovation that makes it an astounding feat of artistic craft, it allows the audience space for reflection, to ponder: ponder home, bubbles, the sky and Paul Simon.