Many years ago I watched a movie called “Breaking the Waves” by an odd Danish filmmaker named Lars Von Trier. I was going thought a dark phase in my life, lots of thoughts running around in my head about a lot of things and I sought out answers in movies.
This Breaking the Waves movie was not the answer to my problems. I mean as a piece of filmmaking, it was pretty stellar despite the depressing subject matter that involved an paralyzed husband asking his wife to have sex with other men to help his recovery along. It was dark, depressing subject matter. Really heavy stuff.
The movie was told in chapters, one after the other. To introduce each chapter there would be these big landscape photographs with a lot of dark clouds. I should say that they weren’t exactly photographs, more like movie stills with one colorful moving element. As is usual in anything I recall from movies, it was the images that stuck with me all of these years.
Today while taking a boat around Boston harbor, those images came back to me. Probably because “Breaking the Waves” takes place on the North Sea and our climate around here resembles that.
Ladies and gents, we are heading into the dark shadows: