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| March 03, 2005 06:42 PM |
man. I had one of the most miserable nights of my life last night.
I should have continued watching my tape of the A-Team whilst packing things up and documenting problems with the place in Athens, but I decided to watch one of the movies I'd rented in the initial salvo from the Blockbuster Online membership I'd been scammed into.
I rented Napoleon Dynamite, because I somehow knew I'd need to, the first season of The Office because everyone says its so great, and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, because it looked interesting to me. I watched the last one last night, because I was alone and I knew none of the movie fans I know care for Jim Carrey.
Until last night, I would have been hard pressed to respond to someone who asked me for a surrealist movie. Parts of Dark City, Brazil - that Big Fish movie looked like it might be there.
Now, for the record, my response would be Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
It was a great movie, but it was the absolute worst movie for me to watch at that time in that mental state. It made me absolutely miserable. Well, I was already pretty bad off, but it contributed.
So, in short, good movie, incredibly well put together, but I cannot bear to see it again for quite some time. It went back to the distribution warehouse today with its not all that funny english import friend. Any David Brent fans out there, sorry, I'm just not getting it - it's not a quarter as funny as Coupling is. But, in the interest of fairness, I have already queued up the second season to see if it grabs me better.
On the way back from Athens this afternoon I had another little episode, and let me take this moment to reiterate that Ulrich Schnauss' "Passing by" is one of the finest things ever committed to compact disc.
This has been Patrick's Melancholy and DVD News n Views, respectively.
[and be allowed to leave]
I'm glad for the confirmation of what I already suspected. I have intentionally been avoiding that movie, even though I had suspected and been told by several that it's right up my alley. It just has the aura of absolute depression around it. Kinda like the album "Painted from Memory" by Elvis Costello & Burt Bacharach. That album is one of the most amazing an beautiful albums I've ever heard to this date. And for a long time it was as if every single word and note were written exclusively for my benefit. I listen to it more than I should, partly out of it's refined beauty, and partly due to a need to never forget the thoughts and feelings of that time in my life. I've had people ask me why I so hearily tout a record that brings me to inconsolable tears on every listen. It's kinda like Capt. Kirk said in "Undiscovered Country," quite simply.... "I need my pain." |
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