In-between watching Beyoncé "Single Lady" spoofs and gushing madly about the Where The Wild Things Are Soundtrack (OUT NOW!), I have been studying, yes. I've got my questions to ask, but I'm very bad at making questions more directed at a specific area since they are don't stem from confusion/clarification but rather, in extension of general concepts being taught and ensuring that I'm applying them correctly. That sort of thing.
On Friday, I watched Paper Heart with Twee Sister and walked out of the cinema feeling as if a major goal in life had been achieved. Reviewers tended to decry its "paper thin" plot — gotta give them credit for clever witticisms — but I don't think that was the point of the film. It broached a multitude of ideas regarding the much mused-upon subject of True Love, but it does so in a fairly tolerable way. Michael Cera and Charlyne Yi played out the awkwardness to hilarious effect — they shook hands at the zoo at their second meeting following numerous IM conversations — but I did appreciate the sardonic humour and verbal irony which tied up the cinéma vérité feel of the film rather nicely.
Indie quirkiness aside, the audience was awesome. There were no annoying children to ruin dramatic moments with their incessant whining, and not a crunch from a nacho chip was to be heard. I did not stumble over errant mounds of spilt popcorn or gobs of coagulated nacho cheese. People laughed at appropriate moments. I did not have to contend for elbow space with the people beside me. For a good 85 minutes, I felt the joy of being in utopia.
Anyway, reverting back to The Here and Now, my parents have come home from a holiday-planning session with friends. "We have booked tickets for the Spirit of Tasmania!" a voice jubilates in total and complete ignorance of the pain and torment that my sister and I feel. Now turn the knife counter-clockwise.
"We have to postpone our family holiday this year to next December," they announce, feigning remorse, over a disappointing platter of chili crab. I know, I know — I'm still 17, young, vapid in my obedience, dull in my appearances, apparently superficial in my A&E and GI points, talentless, penniless, and utterly undeserving of a year-end vacation on my parents' savings account, but as they say, youth is wasted on the young. I nearly died this year and it has made me decide to live my life to the fullest, i.e., time to fight for a trip somewhere else on my own.
Karen O covering Daniel Johnston? Some awesum shizz!
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