Mindwalk

1990
PG
1h 52m

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John Heard, Sam Waterston, and Liv Ullmann in Mindwalk (1990)

Philosophical conversations between a poet, politician, and scientist.Philosophical conversations between a poet, politician, and scientist.Philosophical conversations between a poet, politician, and scientist.

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8/10

It's an intellectual feast for thought.

This film is a philosophical conversation between three intelligent people coming from vastly different backgrounds, each being experts in their respective fields of politics, physics and poetry. The three discuss the dominant paradigm of modern culture and how it is limiting when trying to solve the world's problems. When I saw it I was so excited about it that I told all of my friends to watch it, I also added that they would need to watch it when they are alert enough to grasp what is being said. In other words watch it after drinking coffee not after having dinner. The film doesn't evoke adrenaline surges or erotic fantasy; rather it nourishes the mind by forcing you to think. If you don't know what a paradigm is then this film is not for you. It may be too intellectual for the average movie watcher and perhaps is its own unique genre of film.

mimsa
Jan 20, 2007
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Thomas Harriman (John Heard) recited almost the entire poem "Los Enigmas" by Pablo Neruda. The last part of it says: "I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its jewel boxes is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure, and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the petal hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl. I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead of human eyes, dead in those darknesses, of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes on the timid globe of an orange. I walked around as you do, investigating the endless star, and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked, the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind."