Recently i watched a film, don’t remember the name. its a 1970 Hollywood. coming of age, what ever that means, film. apart from elaborate bueatlyful shot sex scenes, and good cinematography.
I remember this main character called, Sam, Sam the lion. Mostly i remember his look. its a subtle frown, displaying concentration. Like he is remembering something from back of this head. just on edge of acceptance but unable to, still content, Ending it with a burdensome breath in and pleasureful breath out.
He is almost 50, its not age. Not everyone old has it. you should done somethings, experienced somethings. maybe a incomplete love, maybe a regret from a mistake, maybe incomplete anger, maybe a impulsive right decision. everyone has some of these in there past, but not everyone has the look.
true that everyone is main character in there life, but most of them cant see themself in there past. Its neither there decision nor they are alone in it.
but, some who took decision against stream, decision from heart, most of the time alone. only those can be sincere and show respect to there past.
when i am 70, all i ask is a reason to justify the look.