Movie review: 1984 (1984)

Yesterday I went with my brother to the projection of a film in the university's headquarters, located in the Historic Downtown of the city. Such film is the adaptation of a novel that I want to start reading this week: George Orwell's 1984.

I'd listened a lot about this book; in fact, two months ago my brother passed to me the PDF, being saved in the cloud until I would decide to download it in order to see with my own eyes (using my imagination, of course) this post-apocalyptic, distopic world where freedom is repressed in all fields and the person is literally controlled by the State. 

What I loved so much of this film is the constancy with which the film's director, Michael Radford, emphasizes in Winston's (portrayed by the great John Hurt) inner struggle between the desire of  being carried away by the impulse to question and the awareness that it culd cost him the life, struggle that the character volley in a notebook with the confidence that nothing nor no one, even the Big Brother, would take away from him the freedom to think, believe, question and love a person... To being himself. 

Sadly, that faith, that confidence that one day his fellow citizens would realize that the State is the real enemy, is taken away and trampled after being arrested in a department alongside Julia (portrayed by a tenacious Suzanna Hamilton), his lover, and being tortured by O'Brien (portrayed by the legendary Richard Burton), one of the main leader of the dominant party whom Winston innocently  believed to be a member of the resistence against the Big Brother (or at least it seemed to).

 If there's something that I don't doubt about this film is that it generates in you a series of considerations about the actual society, having read or not Orwell's novel. Thoughts and terrors, because I must confess that I felt horror when I saw a 100% possible scenario in these times, one that is probably happening in social media... But we don't notice it or just let it pass.