Thumbsucker was Lost or Taken with Poetry
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jackshoegazerOnly a quick update, I think. Though, one never knows how these things go.
I've been addicted to LOST the past few days. Literally addicted. I can't stop watching it. I only slept for four hours on Sunday because I was up watching Season One. I'm in the middle of disk Five (of six total.) This is seriously the best show ever. It's brilliant. The writing, directing, acting, everything is top-notch, muthafunkin' QUALITY. Robert Pirsig would be proud.
The only other show I've felt this strongly about was TAKEN, a sci-fi mini-series on the SciFi channel a few years ago. It was about aliens and abductions, but it was done over the course of generations and how it affects the families and lives of those involved. It was absolutely beautiful and moving and for something done by Steven Spielberg, I was impressed. He's good with actiony suspense movies, but I've never had him pull my heartstrings before while also grabbing me with the intensity of that story.
Speaking of heartstrings, Jacquelyn and I went to see Thumbsucker, a story of a teen who still secretly sucks his thumb. Sounds exciting, right? This movie is so fucking good. At first, I was thinking, oh this is a good movie, but it's failing to emotionally grab me, and then almost at the end, like a sniper hiding on the grassy knoll, there are two shots that ring out, one from the father and one from the mother, and my tears, like a certain president's grey matter, start flowing like great waterfalls of intensity. If I were a Mike Meyer's SNL character, I would say I left that movie verklempt. Shall I give you a topic? Sexy is sexy; tautology is sexier. Discuss.
Ok, I'm better now. And yes, I know that analogy was in terrible taste, but hey, that's what came out and I refuse to censor myself. Except when it makes me look the fool. Which I do often, so I've concluded that my censorship function is broken, like an FCC official on the five-second delay button who's had a few too many to drink.
P.S. Is it easier to save others than to save yourself, Jesus wondered.
I've been addicted to LOST the past few days. Literally addicted. I can't stop watching it. I only slept for four hours on Sunday because I was up watching Season One. I'm in the middle of disk Five (of six total.) This is seriously the best show ever. It's brilliant. The writing, directing, acting, everything is top-notch, muthafunkin' QUALITY. Robert Pirsig would be proud.
The only other show I've felt this strongly about was TAKEN, a sci-fi mini-series on the SciFi channel a few years ago. It was about aliens and abductions, but it was done over the course of generations and how it affects the families and lives of those involved. It was absolutely beautiful and moving and for something done by Steven Spielberg, I was impressed. He's good with actiony suspense movies, but I've never had him pull my heartstrings before while also grabbing me with the intensity of that story.
Speaking of heartstrings, Jacquelyn and I went to see Thumbsucker, a story of a teen who still secretly sucks his thumb. Sounds exciting, right? This movie is so fucking good. At first, I was thinking, oh this is a good movie, but it's failing to emotionally grab me, and then almost at the end, like a sniper hiding on the grassy knoll, there are two shots that ring out, one from the father and one from the mother, and my tears, like a certain president's grey matter, start flowing like great waterfalls of intensity. If I were a Mike Meyer's SNL character, I would say I left that movie verklempt. Shall I give you a topic? Sexy is sexy; tautology is sexier. Discuss.
Ok, I'm better now. And yes, I know that analogy was in terrible taste, but hey, that's what came out and I refuse to censor myself. Except when it makes me look the fool. Which I do often, so I've concluded that my censorship function is broken, like an FCC official on the five-second delay button who's had a few too many to drink.
my life is like blood-Alright, I'm off to watch more LOST!
a warm wet cliché
tenderly wrapped
in a thin skin,
like a desert toad
on a peyote button,
on a cactus in the wind-
clinging to life,
yet bloated
with moisture
and joy.
P.S. Is it easier to save others than to save yourself, Jesus wondered.
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Date: 2005-11-01 02:04 pm (UTC)Brilliant! ;)
I'm not concerned about your Lost addiction because a) I share it, which makes it ok, and b) We'll eventually "catch up" and then it's over, until we figure out how to watch future episodes without wating for season boxed sets. Between that, House, and Rome, I might have to get cable after all. That doesn't mean we have to WATCH it, just, you know, "our shows." Geez, that makes me feel like my great grandmother, having "shows."
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Date: 2005-11-01 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-01 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-01 10:27 pm (UTC)And I finished the first season this morning :) It is SOOOOO goood.
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Date: 2005-11-02 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-03 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-01 02:49 pm (UTC)did you get my emails about ethan being a male model? did you want to come over for chicken curry tonight?
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Date: 2005-11-01 08:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-01 09:33 pm (UTC)vermont vermont vermont.
you sound like a coastie : P
i'll plan on seeing you the 12th, mofo