Regardless, as all consuming as these activities can be, when I'm over it, I'm over it. There is no slow weening process. I don't cut down from 4 hours (unfortunately conservative estimate) to 2 to 1 to a couple of minutes here and there. I'm just done.
But before I was over it (this morning), I learned one final valuable lesson from the wise Blythe of 2005. I used to write down my goals. My small goals. My bigger goals. I was more committed to self-improvement. But the thing is, I accomplished nearly everything I wrote down. The menial example being that I've seen almost every single movie I've ever written down that I wanted to see. But I also did my homework (eh... I'll remember it that way) and got into college and moved to LA etc. etc. I really think it was the act of writing my goals down.
So for the past couple of days, I've been thinking about how I really want to have a New Years resolution, a practice I've scoffed in the past, but I'm feeling kind of desperate. So I was thinking about all of the things that I should resolve to do, trying to carefully choose what I want out of this year and what problems I'm going to put off solving until next year (ie: this is not going to be the year I quit soda). But... being the lazy person that I can be, particularly in manners of self-improvement or self-imposed deadlines (I had to clarify for any current or future employers that may read this: I am SUPER reliable with outside-imposed deadlines), my New Years resolution was to simply write down my goals.
I have not written a single goal yet. And I unfortunately find this hilarious, so it may be a while yet before I do.
In other (film related) news:
I saw Paper Heart. I was EXTREMELY skeptical in the first 10 minutes of the film. I was pretty confident that I hated it. But then Michael Cera became more prominent and lured me in, as he never fails to do (I never saw Year One... so...). By the end I had to double check that it was, in fact, scripted. It wasn't a mockumentary, in the sense that it wasn't a farce. But EASILY the best part was that a large part of the plot included the fact that having cameras around made Michael and Charlyne too uncomfortable for their relationship to grow at all. That's just the WORST part about reality tv. I mean, I don't care if reality is meaningless or cheap or whatever. Entertainment is entertainment. But I personally can't get past the fact that I'm being tricked. Those aren't tender moments between those people. These aren't spontaneous events. Those are certainly not these people's real personality because there are cameras in front of them. With scripted shows, the camera is omniscient. Whatever is important, I see. That tender moment is real, at least between the characters.
I went on a brief mission of asking people if there was a camera in their car, would they act differently to themselves. Yes, obviously. But say there was a camera in your car for a whole year, but they were only going to look at 7 random days of footage, would you act differently for the whole year? I think I would. So... to me, not acknowledging the camera is a HUGE elephant in the room, and I feel like I'm being duped. And I don't like it.
ANYWAY ANYWAY.
I also watched Young Victoria. I enjoyed it equally to any such period film. Although upon examining the outfits closely (which I LOVED), I became very upset that I wasn't with Pat. I could just hear his voice in my head. I mean... all the hats. I'm just sad I'm not around him for him to become obsessed with and subsequently teach me about the Victorian Era.
Also, for whatever reason, while I was watching the film I thought "Victoria seems like a gemini." And she WAS! Cool.
I also watched Precious. Kevin summed it up nicely by saying that it is essentially the inspiration for AIDS panda (the game we made up in which each person adds another ailment to the AIDS panda ie: homeless AIDS panda. Then acne-covered, homeless AIDS panda etc.). Depressing and I bet I'll never watch it again. But very good and I'm glad I saw it. Also, it made me like Mariah Carey more.
I also watched A Streetcar Named Desire. I didn't love it, no. But Marlon Brando was HOT! He played a.... rotten character. The kind of man that reminds me of the best thing I can think of about our generation: the fact that the men are kind. Kind and more self-aware. And not macho. ANYWAY, regardless of my dislike of his character's personality, he came home in the movie with these tight, dirty, sweaty shirts and... I could NOT take my eyes off of him. It doesn't hurt that I've read all of his imdb quotes(well before I watched the movie) (I'd recommend) and he seemed SUPER awesome (he also made me accidentally hate John Wayne... but that's irrelevant).
Anyway, I didn't like it because Vivien Leigh was too over-the-top, which worked WAY better in Gone with the Wind. Also, I just didn't care about the plot. I just didn't care. I didn't really like a single character, so I was rooting for no one. Except obviously I was rooting for more Brando screen time, but that does not a good movie make... at least outside of the pornographic film world (which Kevin tells me has a large base in Miami. Just a fun fact.)
Also, non-movie related but I finished The Bedwetter: Stories of Courage, Redemption, and Pee by Sarah Silverman. Great, hilarious, fast read. I think the worst part about reading the autobiographies of comedians (and I've only read 3, to be fair) is that I already know a LOT of their past because... if I like them enough to read their book, I've already youtubed the CRAP out of them. But the GOOD thing is that... they're comedians so even if the information isn't new, it's still hilarious.
Ok, that's it.
1 comment:
i'm excited that you're watching old movies because i can talk all about those!!! also a streetcar named desire reads much better as a play than a movie.
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