Streaks

I decided to watch The Disciple because the quiet, contemplative shots I saw in the trailer drew me towards its patient narrative of an artist's struggle with frustration and self-doubt. The theme was an intimate friend to my own mind (though I am not in the pursuit of musical excellence) - fighting the ebb and flow of my own thoughts binding me to where I am, in a place of inaction and procrastination. I suppose I was looking for a sign that I am not alone in this frustration. That along with company, I might find hope, or at least some dignity in this state of mind that frequently holds the fort until a better day. Instead, I was devastated by the end of watching this film and left in a hopeless, numb state for hours afterward. This film is laden with some beautiful, thoughtful cinematography - wide shots to let you take in an entire room full of minute movements in every corner, pausing to give you plenty of space of breathe in the patient anticipation of an audience prior to a