As much as I’m happy I’m sick, I’ve forgotten how much day-time tv sucks ass. It’s nice to get this crap out of me, but damned. Can’t things have a little bit more to it? Oh well.
Last night, I took my Scotsman out to see The Fountain. That movie amazed me more than I thought it would. With the mixed reviews, I thought it might be too hard to follow…but was highly thrilled that it was pretty simple. Not to mention, the soundtrack is phenominal. That movie has nailed down so many different beliefs of mine in a manner that gave my Scotsman a better understanding of me. What went on in that movie, are the things that I see in my head every day. That really is how I perceive and interact with myself. Right down to the bauble carrying the First Father through space.
But in all seriousness, if you don’t get what’s going on, it’s not because it’s a bad movie. It’s mainly because the perceptions are different and you have to step outside of them to understand what all is going on. Yes, it’s a slow movie, but it’s an art flick, they tend to be that way. Don’t feel bad, it’s one of those “you get it, or you don’t” things and nothing to worry about.
I can’t wait for the director’s cut.