Vicki (hermorrine) wrote,

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And waiting is all that I can do, until you find your way back to me

In a vain attempt to get my mind off things, I watched movies tonight. Considering I watched Men in Black 2 and part of Queen of the Damned Friday night, I've now seen 3 movies this weekend. That's more than I normally see in 3 months, but anyway.

MIB 2 was good, though not as good as the first, which is unsurprising. QotD was even worse than I'd expected. You always think people exaggerate when they talk about how bad a film is, but in this case it's true - it's really bad, and I'm glad I didn't watch the entire thing.

Tonight I watched the first hour of The Mummy, one of my all-time favorites (which surprisingly DOES have a good sequel), and then watched all of The Rules of Attraction. My reaction to that movie is: Guh. What the shit was that?!?! I mean, talk about the wrong thing to watch when you're in emotional turmoil. ALL of them are absolutely fucked in the head. And the whole showing the end and THEN going to the beginning - oh, thanks. That was helpful - in a NOT sort of way. But my gods... they set up some of the scenes very well. The scene where the girl slits her wrists in the bathtub because the one guy doesn't care about her... that was really horrible. I was bawling and horrified at the same time. Then to juxiposition that with the guy she was obsessed with attempting not once, not twice, but THREE times to kill himself and failing, only to spread fake blood all over himself, and THEN the girl he's pining over comes in and sees him - only he doesn't know she just found the girl in the bathtub, and NO ONE knows that the girl in the bathtub was the one writing the guy the love notes and he was the reason she killed herself.....

And then, the end - more than one character says to another: I want to know you. And then the other character replies: No one can ever know anyone else.

I don't think that's true. I think you can know someone else, but sometimes it's not easy, or it's scary, and it requires a definite leap of faith. Ultimately, I think that's what everyone in this fucked up movie wanted - to know someone, to find love. But none of them could manage that leap of faith.

But I think I am probably giving this movie too much credit. And as it has made me feel very icky and even more sad, I am going to go take a shower and go to bed.

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