Like I need any encouragement in my insane obsession.
Melinda Lee is very pretty. Thanks for the tidbit, kipples.
Look out...I've been thinking.
I rewatched this film just now and I hope you will humor me and allow me an attempt at one interpretation. (I have a couple more...this is the G rated one)
I welcome everyone elses thoughts on the meaning of Black Sands, I desire your criticism, additions and debate of my thought process, and I await your probable mocking and taunting as well.
I begin with and base this interpretation on the common phrase 'keeping all the balls in the air' used as a metaphor for successfully juggling all of one's responsibilities and activities...the stuff of life. At the start of the film the heroine is exhausted. She has lived. She looks successful but perhaps at great price and she got a little dirty in her efforts? (see what I did there?)
She looks around at the impressive and orderly collection of balls in the air surrounding her, noting that they are also weighty, unstable and seemingly endless and oppressive...and she finally succumbs. At her collapse, the balls are lifted out of sight for the moment.
She rests...soon her 'source of strength' returns (I can think of many things the black man in white could represent) imbibing her with the ability to rise again to her tasks, resume life. Wearily she does so and the balls have gathered above her in writhing, threatening clumps. She see's them, then she sees 'him'. (I can also think of many things that the devastatingly handsome man could represent) He is separated from her by a short, straight but dangerous path.
The archers are part of the black balls (as demonstrated by the Fruit of the Loom hats) and stand ready. Who set them at post? Someone else or possibly even she herself? Perhaps to ensure that she never takes that very path.
With a series of telling glances, we know that he has been waiting and is maybe used to the sight of her longing gaze from time to time across this perilous divide. This time she lingers...causing the archers to take aim, warning her against such a foolish choice. She glances too at the swirling black balls. Weighing it out...considering... The devastatingly handsome man assesses the situation as well, and seems to 'say' "Are you sure?" with his eyes...leaving the fateful decision entirely up to her. With an almost imperceptible nod we know that this time she is willing to risk it all regardless. This pleases him and the (super hot slo mo)
They take a straight path, not even attempting to evade or avoid injury but each bolting headlong into this much desired union. There is an equality in effort and risk and we witness the palpable joy upon consummation of the longed for goal. But. Almost immediately all of the looming black balls come crashing down around them and we know not if it was worth it or if she (or anyone else) even survives the fallout.