I'm not familiar with the source material for Arrival so this is based on my interpretation of the film.
Arrival is a poem. It is like listening to "Like A Rolling Stone" by Dylan and thinking that you might know the story the song tells but you will never be sure. In fact, Dylan might not actually know.
In this sense, I think Arrival is a haunting story of love and loss, of faith in life and continued hope, all wrapped up in a fabulous fairy tale of aliens from outer space coming to Earth to help mankind. And it is a wonderful story and I loved the aliens. I think many people think octopi are sentient and these many legged giant beings seem like that to some degree.
Many reviews will tell you the story in depth so I won't. But behind that story is Amy Adams, a linguist who has lost her daughter to a tragic disease and is bereft, barely living. The whole movie is done mostly in shades of blue and I think that is to match her melancholy.
When Amy interacts with the aliens, she starts to have dreams and then conscious flashes of her daughter. We start to feel the touch, the loving and light but deep and compassionate touch the aliens have within Amy to help bring her back to life.
All of this is somehow based on the aliens' non-linear sense of time. Now I don't think I can even begin to grasp that concept, but they are able to slowly impart to her the gift of recognizing how important her love, her living and present love, for her daughter is. It is not a thing of the past. It is alive. And they do this by showing her how time can be rearranged with the past being the future. As if to ask "Why let the last memory be the first memory and not all the memories just be."
Arrival is a poem. It is like listening to "Like A Rolling Stone" by Dylan and thinking that you might know the story the song tells but you will never be sure. In fact, Dylan might not actually know.
In this sense, I think Arrival is a haunting story of love and loss, of faith in life and continued hope, all wrapped up in a fabulous fairy tale of aliens from outer space coming to Earth to help mankind. And it is a wonderful story and I loved the aliens. I think many people think octopi are sentient and these many legged giant beings seem like that to some degree.
Many reviews will tell you the story in depth so I won't. But behind that story is Amy Adams, a linguist who has lost her daughter to a tragic disease and is bereft, barely living. The whole movie is done mostly in shades of blue and I think that is to match her melancholy.
When Amy interacts with the aliens, she starts to have dreams and then conscious flashes of her daughter. We start to feel the touch, the loving and light but deep and compassionate touch the aliens have within Amy to help bring her back to life.
All of this is somehow based on the aliens' non-linear sense of time. Now I don't think I can even begin to grasp that concept, but they are able to slowly impart to her the gift of recognizing how important her love, her living and present love, for her daughter is. It is not a thing of the past. It is alive. And they do this by showing her how time can be rearranged with the past being the future. As if to ask "Why let the last memory be the first memory and not all the memories just be."
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