It seems my inner critic took the week off, so this post is a bit more self-indulgent and less controlled than usual.

Assume here there was here an introduction about the status of social media. But I would waste your time complaining about how easy it is to be negative about anything, while at the same time being negative.
Let’s move on to the escapist part. At least this week there are a few good films to talk about.

Let’s do this one more time.

This was the hottest week in Europe, and sitting on a sofa, even in the evening, was quite unpleasant. This might have affected my ratings for the films of the week, but… no, not really.

You might have noticed a little bit of colour on these pages…

This week’s Visions is brought to you by a desperate need for holidays.

I’m late with the publication of this post, so let’s get to the films!

Last week, the news of the death of Marjane Satrapi, the author of Persepolis, hit me more than I would have expected.
I can’t really say why; I watched the animated movie when it was released almost twenty years ago, and I was aware of her subsequent career as a film director, but I have only watched The Voices, and I very much did not enjoy it.

Maybe it was the mention, in the same articles, of her own sadness for the death of her partner a little more than a year ago.
Maybe it’s the fact that her country of origin is once again at war.

One of the things I despise the most is the praise of ignorance, especially when deployed for populistic reasons, for elites to show they are ’normal people’. I almost walked out of a concert when the rocker on stage proudly affirmed his intention to keep writing three-chord songs for the rest of his already multi-decade-long careers, despite the critics encouraging him to evolve. There’s nothing wrong with liking simple things or staying in the comfort zone, but I disagree on making it a virtue.

I wanted to find a way to be more ‘focused on the moment’, especially to fight a tendency to think too much about work in my spare time, so I tried to notice things around me, and document them.
I didn’t have the perseverance of finding a photo for every day, but it was a good exercise.