(Just a single rule: mix-tape-style, no more than one film per director. You know, because otherwise the whole thing would be pointless.)
Drama • dir. Lukas Moodysson • 2000 • Sweden
Unprecedented, eager, forthright, handheld, funny, loose, clever, knowing, friendly, unpredictable, confident, fraying, whimsical, sensual, boisterous, contemplative, heartfelt and bittersweet – happy news, Together is one hell of a great movie you might not have seen before. Exactly the film to walk a long way home from, for better dreams at bedtime. It makes me think of Rob from Dorset, the friend I first saw it with and film studies cohort at Canterbury. The two of us debating the merits of David Lynch films at one in the morning. Him cueing up records I never heard before – Squarepusher, Autechre, and Aphex Twin – and me stubbing out my Sovereign cigarettes in my Greek ashtray from Kos. A bonhomie sort of drinker, Rob once emerged from a particularly fearsome hangover only to find vomit on his ceiling. Shambolic but always good company… the kind of person who sets an alarm clock for noon.
And it makes me think of Cinema 3, where Rob and I watched it, in the middle of campus atop a hill overlooking Canterbury and its great, golden cathedral. It was the first time I figured you could love a cinema and not just the films you saw there. Not much of a space to reckon with, indeed drably utilitarian, Cinema 3 made up for the uniformity of its walls with the effort of its staff. Movies there felt as though they were chosen, supported, maybe even cherished – and for every single one of them you could pick up a page of notes on the way in, next to a little pot for discretionary donations. All of it, the films, the friends I went with, and the city we went to see them in: a giddy rush of memories, even at the time. Together one of the fondest.