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if i gave you a party
today was rather uneventful. woke up to my shelf crashing down and breaking bottles. that was eventful i guess, and of course, my dream instantly tailored itself to it. i was driving in a parking garage and had a car crash. so waking up to the sound of a huge crash and breaking glass scared the hell out of me. i've talked before (or if i haven't, i've thought before) about how weird it is that your dreams tailor themselves on the fly to what's happening in the outside world. it's amazing really, and really throws something out there: dreams don't happen real time. what takes minutes in our dream world is really only happening in mere seconds. how else does the dream set itself up to react to what happens instantaneously in the real world. it's fascinating and i want to take a cognative psych class, or at least learn more about this stuff.
so after that the day proceeding normally. wake, work, home, games. then at 9:25 adam ims me responding to my previous im suggesting we see y tu mama tabien soon. at 9:30 he was outside picking me up and we drove down to kendall.
the movie was spectacular. yet another foreign film that i've wanted to see for a long time and then finally do and it's just like holy shit, why'd i wait. amelie was the first. and this was a wholly different picture than amelie. amelie was magical, this was real. so real. and never forced, and never took itself more seriously than it needed. everything just unfolded naturally and the end result is a movie that is just really effective and serious and just great. it's about two mexican high school kids taking a compulsive road trip with a woman ten years their senior. and it's all about self discovery, both individually and with relationships. god it was good. and bar none the most explicitly sexual movie i've ever seen. not depravedly sexual, not erotically sexual. no glamour and no trash. i'm tempted to use the word sterile because everything that happened it wasn't anything to take notice, but it wasn't sterile. it was just grounded, not even grounded - it was free, liberating, it was real and it was celebratory. that's the word, celebratory -- awkward, intimate, frightening, embarrassing, triumphant all these 2 cent adjectives rolled into this sexual freedom that wasn't tied down and was never anything but what it was supposed to be. and the whole movie worked on this level, not just the sex. granted, it's easier to pull off when you're not dealing with high production values and clean cuts and soundtracks and shit like that, but even the grittiest hand-held independent movies still have a feeling of being a movie sometimes. blah blah blah. here i go saying a lot and nothing at all. so i'll just say y tu mama tambien comes with my highest recommendations. the old maxim (and rush song) goes show me don't tell me, and you'll find few movies that tell you as much as this one did without once falling into exposition or manipulation. god it was great.
also, i knew i recognized julio, he was in amores perros.
also, i forgot to mention last night. i did the whole setup with the bug in the bucket and the lysol and then forgot the payoff. when i came home after 8 hours or so at lori's, i went to the bathroom and saw that the bug had moved. i grabbed the lysol and sprayed it and the fucker moved, so i gave him another downpour.
when i just got back from the movie now, the goddam thing had moved again. so i gave him some more medicine, kicked the bucket and watched the fucker crawl around a little more. i'm like kevin spacey in se7en, keeping that poor diseased bastard alive day in and day out. except unless lysol has some sustaining properties i'm not aware of, this sonuvabitch is breaking all the rules and is a superbug and should be long dead by now. we'll see if he wants to play tomorrow.
i just spent a few minutes thinking about the movie. and first i was really happy about things that happened but then i became really sad. fantastic film. for bostonites, it's playing at kendall square, and so is amelie. go see them both, you'll thank me later. and then rent mulholland drive and i'll leave you alone for a long time.
whoops, just read and thought more about the movie.
and listening to crooked fingers "under pressure" and once more the lyrics of the song are really sticking out: "love's such an old fashioned word and love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night and love dares you to change our way of thinking about about ourselves." very appropriate i think, or maybe i'm just in one of my moods.
"the truth is cool, but unattainable."