1.09.2007
Dazlious
I went to see Snow Cake on Sunday. It was a wonderful film. And the more I think about it, the more I like it. But this post is not about writing a review (there are numerous reviews of it out there; like the one at Future Movies), this is about one of my favourite moments in the movie: the scrabble scene. It's "comic book scrabble," where you can make up any word you like as long as you can use it in a sentence. In a piece of dialogue that is beautiful and poetic and wonderfully delivered (even if it's not true to the character's voice; yes Brendan, I admit it... you're right), Sigourney Weaver's character makes up the word "Dazlious." When Alan Rickman's character asks for her example of the word, she weaves this intricate story:
Mr. Fantastic from the fantastic four. He's got arms made of elastic so they can stretch for two maybe three hundred miles. He's been imprisoned in a cave for seven days with no food and no water and no light. And on the eighth day, he manages to loosen a rock and push his way up through the top. And up into the daylight, just as the sun is coming up over the mountains and filling the sky with this white yellow light. And there's a stillness. And in the few minutes he's got before his captor—the evil Dr. Doom—returns, he stops for one second. And all he can hear is his own breathing. And he's totally overwhelmed by how big the world is, and how small and unimportant he is. And as he turns around, you see his face look to the sky and he says very quietly, so that no one can hear him, he says, "Dazlious." (Watch the Scrabble clip here.)Dazlious. I think it's a fabulous word. One that I intend to add to my vocuabulary of awe and wonder. Dazlious.
Labels: film, language, pop culture
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