COLD AND DARK ARE NOT WORDS I normally associate with beaches, having only ever frequented the tropical beaches in my homeland's tropical climate. This year changed that though, with a trip to Andernos-les-Bains early in the spring, and last weekend's visit to Sitges, a few weeks into fall.
The crisp air paired with ocean scents and sounds provided me an entirely new sensation: that which I imagined upon first seeing Snow Falling on Cedars back in '99. Shiny black waters and soft grey fogs. Foreboding skies. Ethan Hawke so frail and pretty. What I wouldn't give to play Hatsue Miyamoto!
Quite poetic I found the beaches to be, sans sunshine and dense crowds. It's more my style I think. Still, however grey or gloomy the scene, there's no stopping the token tourist from flopping out in a bikini, tossing around a volleyball and trampling on a perfectly moody 10-degree day. So much for poetic and moody.
Snow Falling on Cedars, 1999. Directed by Scott Hicks.