TASTE THE BRIGHT BRIGHT FLASHING LIGHTS, SCREAMING DOWN YOUR BACK AND BACK!
07.26.04
1:03 am
MrPatpolk: let me get this straight
MrPatpolk: we woke up ~5:00 PM (a little before)
MrPatpolk: and stopped doing stuff ~12:00 PM (a little after)
MrPatpolk: we never left your living room/kitchen
MrPatpolk: we a)ate rice, pie, and hotdogs b)watched silence of the lambs and c)played mario golf and mario tennis
MrPatpolk: over the course of 19 hours!!!!!!
Good weekend? Can you call it that? I love some people, i don't most. The worth of weekends can be determined by the Sunday mood. I had a terrible Sunday. It's not like there's anything else to life anymore but these escapes to something. What do i really want to remember? It was great.
I've been trying to get drugged all summer. I just have too small lungs to smoke, and everything else is out of reach. I just don't understand drugs. I look at them making everyone so happy and i just can't have them. What is beautiful?
the Hours: The Apocalypse Now syndrome returns. I watch the movie, think, i just don't get this, why does everyone like it so much? But i actually do get it, and just think it about as deserving of an epifining moment worth a whole major motion picture as any of my Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday nights. True: Beautiful writing meets beautiful acting meets Claire Danes looking beautiful. But... it's just not important. Oh the accurate definition of the separation that everyone thinks is the most important connection is admirable. And yeah, just like Apocalypse Now, i like it more and more the longer after i've watched it. Not to mention feeling guilty in the face of every appreciating fan. But if this movie is applicable, you already knew it; i doubt Woolf would have thought her life all that captivating either. Then she would have been the happiest woman in the world. And yet it was a good movie, says the world. It's funny how reviews never have anything to do with the meat of the movie. Quality is as irrelevant as mood; this is a race appreciating the accomplishment of difficult trivialities. Maybe if this was interesting, i could have loved it.
the Silence of the Lambs: Mmmmm... tasty. This is one of my favorite movies to watch. But for all the entertainment, the whole idea of it still bugs me. The cool things in the movie just aren't important to the plot whatsoever, and the characters are lacking their closure. I mean, Hannibal, the concept to blow the world open, is nothing but a subplot, a exclamation point surrounded by question marks. The interesting things about him aren't even mentioned. We have a heruclean body turned into a serial killer: why does he choose this? Why is he interested in Starling's life so much? He does nothing with it. Why is it important to the story whatsoever that he escapes, or is even such a disgrace to society in the first place? I happen to think that the answer to all of these questions is because it scares the audience into figuring this a horror-classic, which i'm not a fan of. Potential for the movie was so mind-numbingly great... even though the directing is awesome and everything came together perfectly, i just feel the real story was left out. I dunno, maybe this was an absolutely incredible book, i should get around to it sometime.
Wayne's World: Haven't watched this one in forever and too long. It is a fun one. I really like the uncohesive attitude that never leans on crutches. As a comedy, some things worked and some things didn't. Who am i to write a word? A negated label who resents it and loves that irony. And now a word from Erik Gloor from Chicago, IL concerning the time of day we all hate so much.
Like slowly drowning in a vast, estrogen-scented sea of despair. This suffocatingly morbid and joyless film might best be viewed by condemned criminals as they may afterwards fight the executioner for the right to throw the switch on their electric chair.
It's rather like watching a horse-race between three plotlines as each competes to be the most depressing. Who will win? Nicole Kidman's criminally self-involved Virginia Wolf hysterically berating her husband for having the unmitigated nerve to move her to the countryside? Or will it be Julianne Moore's suicidal housewife slowly eating her heart out over her failed marriage and letting her son pay for her inaction. Perhaps it will be Meryl Streep's impotent caretaker presiding over the last tortured days of Ed Harris' crumbling AIDS victim.
Yes, folks, it's a non-stop laugh-o-rama.
Maybe it'll interest you to see how these plotlines interweave over time and unfold through an interconnected history of pain and desperation.
But if you're like me, you'll find your brain has decided to step out mid way for a Foghorn Leghorn cartoon on TV somewhere.
Drama fails to compell or even convince when all the news is either bad or mundane. Would it have been too much to ask for ONE redeemable male character? Will the cinematic deconstruction of the 1950s, an era of unprecedented peace and prosperity, EVER end? And one must wonder what the message is when each of our heroines finally DOES spontaneously assert themselves in a way I won't spoil.
If ever a movie needed some antidepressants, this film takes the taco.
I am currently naked and hope to remain so. When i die, there will be a dozen roses. Until then there is no need to worry. When i tell everyone i'm dead, there will be no cigarettes. Only sugar, sugar, and trails of water, and that is no need to worry. I'm listening to Oceansize and it is grandiose, what do you know? I know, you already told me with all of your pretty faces. I just don't want to look at them any longer. I can't handle it. I will not sleep tonight, but i am going to quit falling if it's the last thing i do.
I just sat down, at 2:54, and watched it again. I wanted to see a couple of lines, and it was captivating. We talk about our best friend fate, just finding the appropriate time to save our lives, and what if? What if it miscalculated by a generation, what if it never came, and we just lived in those hours for the rest of our life? What if it miscalculated by hours, and we had to live in the wrong time for the rest of our life? There is something between us, whether it be twelve hours or twelve years, i think i had my caretaker miss. The movie: i still hate it, at most times. But yeah, it was damn good.
-"Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it, for what it is, at last, to know it, to love it, for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years, always the love, always the hours."-
[christopherJones]
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