what I’m thankful for: leftover pumpkin pie.
lost in yesterday’s burst of adrenaline: the turkey. nope, it didn’t get cooked, and has gone back into the freezer for future consumption. thank goodness for the roast!
but we had a good time anyways. Kat brought down her PS2, and we played Dead On Arrival 2 (in shifts, one on one) – I actually did pretty well, and had fun too. Watched Shrek, which was excellent, quite funny & gorgeous technology besides. Also saw Fight Club.
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How’s that working out for you […] being clever?
I’d really like to ask the author of the book that very question. It has the same quirky narrative structure & the same sort of “off-beat” characters as the one book of his that I’ve actually read, and the filmic style worked quite well with the narrative.
However…I was left quite cold by the whole thing. (And it dragged a bit in the middle, too.) This is the first (and hopefully last) time that I’ve said this, but it feels all wrong in light of 9.11. Here’s what I mean: not that the blowing up of buildings was in poor taste, but the whining was. For fuck’s sake, so much angst spent on how pathetic these men are because they were raised by women (more on that in a sec.), and because they have slave-like job…boo hoo. Compared to 99.99% of all the people who have ever lived on our muddy little globe, just about anybody in America lives like a god. Okay, okay, the service industry is annoying, and so are office jobs, but…. As I say, it left me cold.
And of course I found the black-clothed Project Mayhem grits ludicrous and annoying. Yay, nothing better for humanity that a bunch of men in black, not getting laid, blowing stuff up. (Wow, why not just become fundamentalist Muslims, guys?) Our hero would’ve been better off sticking with the support groups.
As for the women…oh, I forgot! There was only one. (Why does this movie bring out so much sarcasm in me?) And the lovely Helena Bonham-Carter was turned into a charicature of herself, a hag & a weirdo, except, I think, for a moment there at the end. I honestly don’t think the author “gets” women too well, not taking this and the other book into account.
So, yeah, not too thrilled with that one. I’m also sort of surprised at the accolades it seems to have gotten. (Why, for example, does Kat like it so much?) Perhaps it’s just a relic of its time, and the time has changed. (Y’know what, tho, I don’t totally believe that.)