True artist's cinema? Irish play-right Martin McDonagh (who wrote cult play 'pillow-man' and got an oscar for his short movie, Six Shooter) directed his first full-length feature film and I loved it.
Tragicomedies can either be extremely good or extremely bad. The issue with them is that it can either work as one genre complimenting the other or one canceling the other. "No man's land", the Bosnian movie that deprived "Amelie" of her oscar, was a perfect example of a tragicomedy, that starts like a comedy, makes you laugh and feel that this will be a light-hearted war parody and then when tragedy strikes, you feel it much more deeply.
"In Bruges" is like that as well. The movie starts with Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson goofing around essentially playing a modern version of Laurel and Hardy, complete with the facial expressions and all. They are supposed to be two hitmen sent to hide in Bruges after a deal went slightly wrong. Their boss, Harry, played in a cartoonish but surprisingly non-annoying manner by Ralph Fiennes, is supposed to call them to tell them what to do. They wait and nothing happens, and when Harry calls things are not as good or as simple as they seemed.
The second part of the movie is dark, deep and poignant. And when you're entangled in the story, the story that started so lightly and superficially you think 'how did I get into this mess? Why do I care about these guys that are essentially killers?' But you do and it hurts you, you care what happens to them.
I guess what I want to say is that sadness affects you the most right after you've been happy.
And that's that: that's my wisdom for the day.
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