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I don't dream that my son will adore me to the point of insanity. On the contrary, I want him to love his mother more of his two parents. Plus, I will never expect idolatry and total submission from him. I want him to be simply interested in me. So that he wants to listen to what I say, and not involuntarily hear the words coming to him. So that he would want to make discoveries and talk about them with me, and I would share my feelings that I once experienced when I was in his place. If you want to find an embodiment of this type of relationship, then the film by director Stephen Daldry “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close” will come in handy.

About the film

Remember, 70% of the best films are based on literary works. Another 19% based on real events, 5% simultaneously based on literary work And real events, 5% are remakes, and only 1% are created completely from scratch. The film being presented is based on the novel of the same name by Jonathan Safran Foer. Moreover, even before Natasha and I watched it, I found reviews on Kinopoisk, according to which Once again book lovers claim that the book is 100,000 times better than the movie. Always, when I see such reviews, I want to involuntarily ask: “Does anyone really think that 2 different people can they look at the same story in the same way? And even more so to display it.” When a director makes a film based on a book, this is a fact of its recognition, the admiration it aroused, a source of inspiration for the work. And he displays it exactly as he perceived it. A million people can read this book and the result will be a million different opinions, some of which will be similar in general, but the details will still differ. Therefore, if you have the opportunity to watch this film, you should not deprive yourself of this opportunity based on a negative review from a book lover. Although I cannot help but note that now I want to read this book myself.

Overall, both the film and the book are worth studying in more detail for anyone who is a fan of touching dramas. And for parents and especially fathers – ‘must see’. The work will help you look at relationships in the family from the child’s perspective. And the more interesting it is to watch his reaction and behavior, the more the situation becomes tense, the more dramatic the development of events becomes. In general, the plot is simple, many situations are read directly while watching the film, but this does not make the picture any less pleasant, kind and touching. And fans of the works of Tom Hanks and Sandra Bullock should not leave this film unwatched. By the way, Sandra Bullock’s performance quite surprised me, because in my opinion this is an actress of a slightly different type. But in “Extremely Loud...” she revealed herself to me in a new way. I had similar feelings after watching the film “The Number 23” and a role unusual for Jim Carrey.

A little about the plot

When I share interesting film, I try not to focus too much attention on the plot itself. It's wrong to give spoilers. If you want a spoiler, go to Kinopoisk or Wikipedia. But I still want to intrigue you somehow.

The story of young Oscar describes to the viewer a very curious boy with an inquisitive mind. His favorite hobby was playing logic puzzles and local adventures with his father throughout New York. A subtle psychological trick on the part of the father forced his son to overcome his fears and obstacles step by step, preparing him for real life outside my father's house. And this preparation consisted of knowledge of the world. It should not be enough for parents that they consider their child unique and special. It is important to make this clear to the children themselves, because each of them is exclusive and came to this earth for something great. Even if it is something great within one yard, one house.

The whole film is a great adventure for Oscar, who is trying to solve the last riddle father. But in fact, this journey through New York is the boy’s attempt to extinguish the terrible pain in his soul associated with the death of his father. It’s even more painful to watch the mother, who began to move further and further away from her son, who became fixated on the common grief.

The picture really looks with great interest and keeps you in some tension. It could easily bring tears to someone’s eyes, but for Natasha and I personally, it wasn’t enough. Just when you realize that in just a moment, the stingy male one will break through, when the action immediately changes, and it lets go a little. But overall I highly recommend watching it.

JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

EXTREMELY LOUD & EXTREMELY CLOSE

Embodying my idea of ​​beauty

What can you come up with with a teapot? What if his nose opened and closed under the pressure of steam and was then like a mouth: he could whistle Zykin melodies, or recite Shakespeare, or chat with me for company? I could invent a teapot that reads in Dad's voice to help me finally fall asleep, or even a set of teapots that sing along instead of a choir in Yellow Submarine- this is a Beatles song, which means “bugs”, and I adore bugs, because entomology is one of my reasons d'être, and this is a French expression that I know. Or one more trick: I could teach my anus to talk when I fart. And if I wanted to soak off the terrible foam, I would teach him to say “Not me!” during exorbitant nuclear salvoes. And if I fired an extremely nuclear salvo in the Hall of Mirrors, which is in Versailles, which is next to Paris, which, of course, is in France, then my anus could say: “ Se n "etais pas moil»

What can you come up with with microphones? What if we swallowed them and they played our heartbeats through mini speakers in the pockets of our overalls? You skate down the street in the evening and hear everyone’s heartbeat, and everyone hears yours, like a sonar. One thing is unclear: I wonder if our hearts will beat synchronously, like how women who live together have their periods synchronously, which I know about, although, in truth, I don’t want to know. It's a complete blast - and only in one department of the hospital where children are being given birth will there be a ringing sound, like a crystal chandelier on a motor yacht, because the children will not have time to immediately synchronize their heartbeats. And at the finish line of the New York Marathon there will be a roar like in war.

And one more thing: how many times does it happen when you need to evacuate in an emergency, but people don’t have their own wings, at least not yet, but what if you come up with a life vest from birdseed?

My first jiu-jitsu class was three and a half months ago. I became terribly interested in self-defense for obvious reasons, and my mother decided that another one would be useful for me exercise stress in addition to tamburinivan, so my first jiu-jitsu class was three and a half months ago. There were fourteen children in the group, and they all wore cool white robes. We rehearsed our bows and then sat cross-legged, and then Sensei Mark asked me to come over. “Kick me between the legs,” he said. I'm complex" Excusez-moi?" - I said. He spread his legs and said, “I want you to slam me between my legs as hard as you can.” He dropped his hands to his sides, took a deep breath and closed his eyes - this convinced me that he was not joking. “Babai,” I said, but thought to myself: Come on? He said, “Come on, fighter. Deprive me of offspring." - “Deprive you of offspring?” He didn’t open his eyes, but he was very upset, and then said: “You won’t succeed anyway. But you can see how a well-trained body can absorb shock. Now strike.” I said, “I am a pacifist,” and since most of my peers do not know the meaning of this word, I turned around and told the others: “I believe that depriving people of offspring is wrong. Basically". Sensei Mark said, “Can I ask you a question?” I turned to him and said, “Can I ask you a question?” - that’s already a question.” He said, “Don’t you dream of becoming a jiu-jitsu master?” “No,” I said, although I also stopped dreaming about heading our family’s jewelry business. He said, “Do you want to know when a jiu-jitsu student becomes a jiu-jitsu master?” “I want to know everything,” I said, although this is no longer true. He said, “A student of jiu-jitsu becomes a master of jiu-jitsu when he deprives his master of offspring.” I said, "Wow." My last jiu-jitsu class was three and a half months ago.

How I miss my tambourine now, because even after everything I still have weights on my heart, and when you play it, the weights seem lighter. My signature number on the tambourine is “Flight of the Bumblebee” by composer Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, I also downloaded it to my mobile phone, which I had after my dad’s death. It’s quite surprising that I’m performing “Flight of the Bumblebee,” because in some places you have to hit extremely fast, and it’s still terribly difficult for me because my wrists are still underdeveloped. Ron suggested that I buy a five-drum kit. Money, of course, cannot buy love, but, just in case, I asked if there would be Zildjian plates on it. He said, “Whatever you want,” and then he took the yo-yo from my table and started “walking the dog.” I knew he wanted to make friends, but he got incredibly angry. "Yo-yo moi“- I said, taking the yo-yo from him. But in truth, I wanted to tell him: “You are not my dad and you will never be.”

It’s funny, yes, how the number of dead people is growing, but the size of the land is not changing, and does this mean that soon you won’t be able to bury anyone in it at all, because you’ll run out of space? For my ninth birthday last year, my grandmother gave me a subscription to National Geographic , which she calls National Geography. She also gave me a white jacket because I only wear white, but it was too big so it will last a long time. She also gave me my grandfather's camera, which I like for two reasons. I asked why he didn't take it with him when he left her. She said, “Maybe he wanted you to have it.” I said: “But I was minus thirty years old then.” She said, "Whatever." In short, the coolest thing I read in National Geographic, this is that the number of people living on earth now is greater than the number of deaths in the entire history of mankind. In other words, if everyone wants to play Hamlet at the same time, someone will have to wait because there won't be enough skulls for everyone!

What if you come up with skyscrapers for the dead and build them deeper? They could be located right under the skyscrapers for the living that are building skyward. People could be buried a hundred floors underground, and the world of the dead would be directly under the world of the living. Sometimes I think it would be cool if skyscrapers moved up and down by themselves, and the elevators stood still. Let’s say you want to go up to the ninety-fifth floor, press button 95, and the ninety-fifth floor approaches you. This can be terribly useful, because if you are on the ninety-fifth floor and a plane crashes below, the building itself will lower you to the ground, and no one will get hurt, even if you forgot your birdseed life jacket at home that day.

I've only been in a limousine twice in my life. The first time was terrible, although the limousine itself was wonderful. I’m not allowed to watch TV at home, and I’m not allowed to watch TV in limousines either, but it was still cool that there was a TV there. I asked if we could drive past the school so Tube and Minch could look at me in the limousine. Mom said that school was out of the way and that we shouldn’t be late for the cemetery. "Why not?" - I asked what, in my opinion, was good question, because, if you think about it, then really - why not? Although this is no longer the case, I used to be an atheist, that is, I did not believe in things that were not proven by science. I believed that when you died, you are completely dead, and you don’t feel anything, and you don’t have dreams. And it’s not that now I believe in things that have not been proven by science - far from it. I just now believe that these are terribly complex things. And then, in any case, it’s not as if we were really burying him.

It's not easy being small. It's hard being a kid with Asperger's Syndrome. It’s terrible to be a child with Asperger’s syndrome, and also to lose a loving and understanding father. And only a mysterious key with a mysterious note found in a mysterious vase leaves any hope.

The film touches on the theme of the terrorist attacks in the United States on September 11, 2001. On this pivotal day for America, 9-year-old Oscar Schell's class, who suffers from Asperger's syndrome, was sent home early due to the horrific events that rocked the country. When the boy gets home, he finds five messages on his answering machine from his father, Thomas, who is at a business meeting at the World mall. The phone rings for the sixth time, but the frightened Oscar cannot bring himself to answer. The answering machine records a sixth message, which stops when the second tower falls. Oscar realizes that his father is dead. In order not to upset his mother again, he replaces the old answering machine with the one he just bought.

A year after tragic death father, Oscar decides to enter his room, where in a blue vase that accidentally broke, he discovers an envelope with the surname “Black”, inside which lies a key. On a newspaper clipping, a boy sees the words “Don’t Stop Searching” circled in red marker. He is determined to find a lock that this key will fit into, and the right person with the last name Black.

Opposite Oscar's house lives his grandmother, who recently moved an elderly tenant of a small room next to her. One night, a boy runs into him and tries to speak, but he was speechless in his youth, during World War II, watching the death of his parents. He communicates with people using notes. After some time, Oscar and the Tenant become friends; with the help of an elderly man, the boy learns to deal with his fears and troubles. Observing the Tenant's gait and movements, Oscar notices a resemblance to his deceased father. After several days have passed, the Tenant leaves in an unknown direction.

In his father's newspaper clipping, Oscar accidentally finds one circled with a marker. phone number Abby Black, who had previously met the boy. Together they go to ex-husband Abby, William, who may know something about the key. He says that he has been looking for this very key for more than a year. The fact is that his deceased father left it to him in a blue vase, which William sold at a sale to Oscar's father. The disappointed boy runs away.

In the final scenes of the film, Oscar's mother examines a book of memories that the boy made with his own hands and called “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.” Oscar's grandfather (Tenant) is reunited with his ex-wife.

This work is described very briefly and incorrectly, as if it were about the tragedy of September 11th. Some speak more broadly - about a boy who lost his father in one of the skyscrapers that day. But everything is not as simple as it seems at first glance - the book is much more multi-level than just a story about a child’s experiences after the death of a parent.

"Extremely loud & extremely close" is a wonderful parable about education and what parents should be like. How to communicate, what to talk about, how to interest, what to teach - after all, it is terribly easy and extremely difficult - to raise an intelligent, independent and self-sufficient child. Oscar's dad is wonderful an example to follow in his desire to force the boy to explore and think, in encouraging his fantasies and inventions, in expanding his horizons and social circle. A 9-year-old boy is not afraid to write letters to his idols, he decisively goes in search of a castle, the key to which came to him quite by accident in his hands, which his father probably left for him. He doesn’t stop, because his dad told him to always achieve his goal.

Oscar's mother is no less a worthy example of a parent - this is shown especially well and vividly in the last minutes of the film; in the book, her behavior is somehow more crumpled and explained at length. Giving a child freedom when he needs it - not everyone can do this, because every minute of his absence the soul will ache, the imagination will draw terrible scenes of death and violence, but if you hold your son near you by force and limit him, you may receive no gratitude at all in return .

Oscar himself is distinguished by an extraordinary thirst for knowledge, inventions and discoveries. He is not just a child who is lost and calls his mom and dad to save him, no. He himself is looking for a way out, he himself is trying to find the solution to the key, he himself walks from house to house with the question " You didn't know my father, his name was Thomas Schell?". The constant tambourine in his hand, a backpack with the most necessary things on his back and a clear plan - to go around all the people named Black in order to find out which lock the found key will fit into. On his way he meets the most different people- everyone is wounded by this life in their own way, everyone has their own joys: an old man who has not heard a sound since the death of his wife; a married couple, each of whom has a museum about their partner, compiled with love and awe; mother of many children; husband and wife are on the verge of divorce... On his journey through New York he learns so much different stories that his travel journal is growing every day.

And in the house opposite lives a grandmother with a mysterious tenant whom Oscar has never seen - their story is also told in the book, a poignant story of escape from loneliness. I couldn’t call it love - these two people just knew that they could save each other and tried to do it. Their touching relationship, full of pain and suffering, saturated with happiness and tenderness, very organically complements the story of Oscar's adventures.

The whole book represents some excerpts from completely different times, lives: it consists of letters-monologues, letters-responses, small notes, long notes... It is like a mosaic, where there are large elements, and there are smaller ones, but all of them are parts of the whole: terrible, bitter, bright, noisy, happy, loving, real whole world, because everything is interconnected and if in the Sahara you move just one grain of sand by one millimeter, this already means that you have changed the Sahara, and with it the whole world, the course of history and the future...

"Funny, tender, tragic and elegantly constructed, Jonathan Safran Foer's novel Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close has the mischief and vivacity of a child's unbridled imagination and, at the same time, piercing childhood pain. Foer's Oskar Schell is only nine, but he has already faced the catastrophes of our time and proved its uniqueness." Cynthia Ozick. “Jonathan Safran Foer’s second novel lives up to all the expectations placed on it. It has ambition, virtuosity of execution, puzzles, but most importantly - in everything that concerns the image of the orphaned Oscar - unbearable poignancy. The strongest emotions shake for real, and not for show. Outstanding Literary Achievement." Salman Rushdie.

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“Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close” - plot

Main character the novel is a nine-year-old boy named Oscar Schell, the story is told from his point of view. Oscar's father, Thomas Schell, died in the terrorist attack on September 11, 2001, before the story begins. While examining his father's closet, Oscar finds a small envelope with a key in a vase; on the envelope he sees the inscription "Black". Fueled by curiosity, Oscar sets out to contact every person named Black in New York to find the lock that matches his father's key. There is also a parallel narrative in the novel, which essentially boils down to a series of letters. Some of them are written by Oscar's grandfather and addressed to the boy's father, while others are written by Oscar's grandmother and addressed to the main character himself.

Abby Black is a woman whom Oscar meets almost at the beginning of his search. He quickly finds her mutual language, but she doesn’t know anything about the key. Oscar continues his search. Soon he meets an elderly man who rents a room in Oscar's grandmother's apartment. The man the boy calls "the lodger" turns out to be his grandfather.

Eight months after meeting Abby, Oscar discovers a message from her on his answering machine, in which the woman says that she was not frank enough with him and knows who the key belongs to. When Oscar comes to Abby, she sends him to her ex-husband, William Black.

After talking with William Black, Oscar learns that the vase in which he found the key used to belong to William's father. William's father left his son the key to the safe, but William, unaware of this, sold the vase to Thomas Schell. Oscar gives the key to William Black and leaves upset, not even knowing what was in the safe. Oscar later learns that his mother knew about his search. She called every person on the list and warned them about Oscar's visit. That is why people usually greeted Oscar friendly and treated his problem with understanding.

Story

Jonathan Safran Foer decided to write this novel when he was experiencing problems with another project of his. In an interview, Foer stated: "I was working on another story and I started to realize that it wasn't working out. So I became interested in looking at the life of this child as a side project. I thought that this might make a story, or it might not work at all. I I realized that I was spending more and more time on this story, and I realized that I wanted to work on it."

Awards

2005 - New York Times Bestseller

2005 - Victoria and Albert Museum Award

2005 - 25 books The Village Voice

2006 - ABA Award

2007 - Dublin Prize shortlist

2007 - Prix des libraires du Québec for Lauréats hors Québec

2009 - Luisterboek Award

2009 - ABA Award

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Alina Utkina

“I tried to think about other things. Invent optimistic inventions. But the pessimistic ones sounded terribly loud."

Our life depends on chance. Day after day, news about incidents, disasters, and cataclysms are heard from the speakers. But for the most part, all these are dry facts until they concern us ourselves.

My first impression of the title: a sweet story with a sugary ending in the form of happiness and a bunch of children. Goodbye

But the question of the first chapter, “What are you doing?” made me linger. To end.

Kind and very sad story families. About the boy Oscar, who loves his parents, loves to invent and solve puzzles, loves to take photographs and notice the unnoticed. Sometimes he is very annoying. But he can be understood.

Oscar lost his father in the September 11 terrorist attack. The proximity of this tragedy evokes many emotions. While you are trying to wake up from what happened, Oscar finds a key in his father's closet. Will it become a secret that he will put all his efforts into finding the answer to this riddle? Let it be necessary to open 162 million locks. And he will open.

The book itself is a puzzle: without warning, the narrators change during breaks in the main story, a second and even a third opens storylines, no less interesting, but more vague.

It may sometimes seem that the concentration of tragedy exceeds the permissible level, but I was left with positive impression. At least because of the boy.

“We either yearn for something irretrievably lost, or hope for the realization of our cherished dream.”

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