Fortunes
Digital video, 3:26
2019
Digital video, 3:26
2019
As a first-year in university I was enthralled by Haruki Murakami’s prose. I was spellbound by its mystery, shifty characters, shady settings. Until I became - academically put - pissed off by the repetitive use of elusive, mystified female characters.
Fortunes, a sketch I produced in Intermediate Filmmaking, was meant to be my take on this Murakami-esque dynamic: a mysterious woman, and a relentless, obsessive man whose love borders on mania.
Fortunes, a sketch I produced in Intermediate Filmmaking, was meant to be my take on this Murakami-esque dynamic: a mysterious woman, and a relentless, obsessive man whose love borders on mania.
“I was deep in thought thinking that I’d just seen her. Kiki. I’d just seen Kiki—in downtown Honolulu! She was here! Why? It was definitely her. I’d driven past, close enough to have reached out and touched her. She was walking in the opposite direction, right beside the car…
I had to catch up with her. I had to stop her, I had to talk to her, I had found her! I ran for two blocks, I ran for three blocks. And then, way up ahead, I spotted her, in a blue dress with a white bag swinging at her side in the early evening light. She was heading back toward the hustle and bustle of town…”
Haruki Murakami. Dance Dance Dance. 1995.
I had to catch up with her. I had to stop her, I had to talk to her, I had found her! I ran for two blocks, I ran for three blocks. And then, way up ahead, I spotted her, in a blue dress with a white bag swinging at her side in the early evening light. She was heading back toward the hustle and bustle of town…”
Haruki Murakami. Dance Dance Dance. 1995.