Miranda July’s new film The Future seems to be about a couple in a crisis and what happens if people try to realize their potential if they haven’t got much ambition or direction. But for me it’s a film about a stray cat, telling its story in a children’s voice, longing so deeply for a home and becoming somebody’s pet that it hurts. Paw Paw, old, injured, and born “outside”, has to wait in a shelter for 30 days until its “real life begins”, until the couple returns to take care of it. Paw Paw is literally counting the minutes of these 30 days when, just in the moment it believes to be saved forever, it realizes it’s dying. Paw Paw’s eagerly anticipation of a life without suffering and its subsequent disappointment, caused by the couple’s crisis, is one of the most harrowing things I’ve seen in cinema. This is not a story about a cat – it’s about living beings, beings with emotions, not getting what they want however deeply they wish for it.
We’re so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully / Wonderfully pretty! / Oh you know that I’d do anything for you… / We should have each other to tea huh? / We should have each other with cream / Then curl up by the fire / And sleep for a while / It’s the grooviest thing / It’s the perfect dream / Into the sea / You and me / All these years and no one heard / I’ll show you in spring / It’s a treacherous thing / We missed you hissed the love cats. The Cure: Love cats
MR. FOX: Who am I, Kylie? / KYLIE: Who how? What now? / MR. FOX: Why a fox? Why not a horse, or a beetle, or a bald eagle? I’m saying this more as, like, existentialism, you know? Who am I? And how can a fox ever be happy without, you’ll forgive the expression, a chicken in its teeth? / KYLIE: I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it sounds illegal. Fantastic Mr. Fox, the fantastic film by Wes Anderson.