I said I would be spotty, and I will be. But sure as shit if I don’t write a sad, pathetic little post to take the pressure off myself and then feel an overwhelming urge to post again. Okay, “overwhelming” might be a bit strong … however, here I am. (A word to the wise: don’t try to understand me. I’m waaaaaaay too deep and complex to figure out.)
Now, I fully realize that I get some crazy notions in my head at times … outlandish hypotheses about the way the world works and how people behave. I’m about to throw out another such theory. On the surface, it may seem counterintuitive, but don’t dismiss it out of hand. Really let it sink in before you pass judgment.
It recently occurred to me that if: a) you are going through a period of loss and death and b) you don’t want to spend the entire day on the couch, in your pajamas, with puffy eyes, then you’d better not watch Brokeback Mountain first thing when you drag your ass out of bed on a Sunday afternoon.
Again, just sit with that for a moment. I think you’ll find the wisdom of it comes up on you when you least expect it.
Sorry I can’t share in the enlightenment at the moment. I’m just not ready to watch that movie. Cartmans description of independent films as being “all about gay cowboys eating pudding” still rattles around in my skull. I don’t think I could take it serious yet.
Would it be anyting like watching Lost In Translation or am I on the wrong track?
I wouldn’t expect you to base your decisions about film, literature or … anything else, really … on something other than South Park, dude. Props.
You’ve got it a little wrong, though, killer. If you *must* bring Bill Murray into this, it’s more like being tied down in front of a TV that’s playing Groundhog Day … with your eyes taped open. I mean, in terms of how many tears will fall. Clearly, Jake and Heath fucking is infinitely more believable (and HOT) than Bill and Andie. Ew.
Its not about the idea of Bill and Andie fucking. Its the idea of Andie falling in love with who a person is regardless of what they look like.
Plus I’m a tragic romantic so the ending of the movie really hits me.
Okay, you got me. I’ve never actually watched Groundhog Day the whole way through. My eyes start to bleed and I lose consciousness around minute seven.
And, for the record, I don’t have anything against fug-on-hottie action … provided the fug ain’t BMu.
But, wasn’t brokeback a proper full studio release, not an indie film.
OK, I just had to re-read my own post twice to understand it. I’m sending myself to bed without dessert now.