6.19.2004
Lost in Temptation
I don't have to be anywhere till 5. Mind you I have to...
Oh who cares. I am tempted to sneak off to see Lost in Translation all by myself, even if I have to see it three more times with other people. I really don't understand why people go to movies together.
Okay, I do, I suppose it means you for sure have something to talk about for at least a hour and possibly years depending on the movie and the friendship. It's 2 hours of potentially unlimited material.
Even when I go to a movie with a friend, I am never quite satisfied with our relative responses. They cry when I don't, or am trying desperately to and can't. (Oooh poor me). I laugh at inappropriate moments and with my father's rather loud "bwah!" or "heh!" depending on how much I am conscious of holding it back.
Or like the Matrix. See I hated the first one, said "brain in a jar", "Keeanu can't act", stuff like that. My imagination is better than that anyway, I grew up tesseracting. But by the time I saw Reloaded I had a better developed appreciation for kitsch or as someone who shall go unnamed would say, the post-ironic. I appreciated it more..or I had lost my edge. Either way, I was less interested in it being "good" than just internally consistent and I thought 2 opened up a lot of good doors. I didn't see three...because the reviews were so bad if that makes any sense.
I like LOTR 1 the best too for the record.
Okay I'm living in Japan and our cache is slipping fast. It's been at least 3 months since I've seen an article on how Japan is "in". (I guess that means that in 1988 twins and body-switching were in). But when I saw "The Last Samurai" all I could think of was the fact that Hollywood was glamorizing the fight against modernism and Americanization while at home we were working on biting off a bigger chunk of the middle east and, well, we still don't understand the terrorists. Because of course samurai were honorable and Islamic nations are not.
Oh dear...how did I get off topic.
The first movie I ever went to by myself was "Deconstructing Harry". I had just got rid of a no-good-two-bit (who wouldn't deny that characterization). I put on my best wool turtleneck, trenchcoat, make-up even, and drove myself to a movie. It wasn't great, but at that moment, it was. I'd hate to ruin it by watching it again--I probably remember the feeling of walking in and buying a ticket better than the film itself.
That reminds me of the one time I did really enjoy seeing a movie with someone, someone you might not suspect. The first time I saw Manhattan it was with Ian who is Daniel's friend.
We sat in the balcony of the Paramount. It was a double feature with Annie Hall, which I *had* seen and wanted to again, but when the lights came up in between we both less-than-glanced a each other and walked out. We went to the car without a word, headed to Magnolia South as by auto-pilot and finally opened our mouths to say things like "2" and "Shiners". We didn't talk till the beers were drunk and it didn't seem a bit weird.
Now that was a movie.
As for LiT, I guess I don't care what other people think, there will always be enough kvetching about foreigners and Japanese and there will ever be enough of us sorting out our place (if and when we care). The fact is, the Japan stuff is the background and I probably don't care if it's offensive or not. I mostly just like the isolation and the moment they have.
As Good As It Gets? That was a movie I did go see with what's-his-(euphemism) after I kicked his (euphemism) out. It was practically about him and his psychotic record collecting and water bottles and generally paranoid misanthropic self. Nothing to talk about. Nothing more to say.
As good as it really gets? The point right up to before "they lived happily ever after". That and going to movies alone.
Oh who cares. I am tempted to sneak off to see Lost in Translation all by myself, even if I have to see it three more times with other people. I really don't understand why people go to movies together.
Okay, I do, I suppose it means you for sure have something to talk about for at least a hour and possibly years depending on the movie and the friendship. It's 2 hours of potentially unlimited material.
Even when I go to a movie with a friend, I am never quite satisfied with our relative responses. They cry when I don't, or am trying desperately to and can't. (Oooh poor me). I laugh at inappropriate moments and with my father's rather loud "bwah!" or "heh!" depending on how much I am conscious of holding it back.
Or like the Matrix. See I hated the first one, said "brain in a jar", "Keeanu can't act", stuff like that. My imagination is better than that anyway, I grew up tesseracting. But by the time I saw Reloaded I had a better developed appreciation for kitsch or as someone who shall go unnamed would say, the post-ironic. I appreciated it more..or I had lost my edge. Either way, I was less interested in it being "good" than just internally consistent and I thought 2 opened up a lot of good doors. I didn't see three...because the reviews were so bad if that makes any sense.
I like LOTR 1 the best too for the record.
Okay I'm living in Japan and our cache is slipping fast. It's been at least 3 months since I've seen an article on how Japan is "in". (I guess that means that in 1988 twins and body-switching were in). But when I saw "The Last Samurai" all I could think of was the fact that Hollywood was glamorizing the fight against modernism and Americanization while at home we were working on biting off a bigger chunk of the middle east and, well, we still don't understand the terrorists. Because of course samurai were honorable and Islamic nations are not.
Oh dear...how did I get off topic.
The first movie I ever went to by myself was "Deconstructing Harry". I had just got rid of a no-good-two-bit (who wouldn't deny that characterization). I put on my best wool turtleneck, trenchcoat, make-up even, and drove myself to a movie. It wasn't great, but at that moment, it was. I'd hate to ruin it by watching it again--I probably remember the feeling of walking in and buying a ticket better than the film itself.
That reminds me of the one time I did really enjoy seeing a movie with someone, someone you might not suspect. The first time I saw Manhattan it was with Ian who is Daniel's friend.
We sat in the balcony of the Paramount. It was a double feature with Annie Hall, which I *had* seen and wanted to again, but when the lights came up in between we both less-than-glanced a each other and walked out. We went to the car without a word, headed to Magnolia South as by auto-pilot and finally opened our mouths to say things like "2" and "Shiners". We didn't talk till the beers were drunk and it didn't seem a bit weird.
Now that was a movie.
As for LiT, I guess I don't care what other people think, there will always be enough kvetching about foreigners and Japanese and there will ever be enough of us sorting out our place (if and when we care). The fact is, the Japan stuff is the background and I probably don't care if it's offensive or not. I mostly just like the isolation and the moment they have.
As Good As It Gets? That was a movie I did go see with what's-his-(euphemism) after I kicked his (euphemism) out. It was practically about him and his psychotic record collecting and water bottles and generally paranoid misanthropic self. Nothing to talk about. Nothing more to say.
As good as it really gets? The point right up to before "they lived happily ever after". That and going to movies alone.
