Mter LONELY
I go regularly to a movie, I love movies, I went to the movie from the age of 6, and when my parents moved from a small town to the biggest town in my country I had no friends, so every
Wednesday afternoon, instead of playing with friends I didn’t had I went to the movies. I remember that when you entered the cinema between noon and 1 pm, you had to pay half price. There I stayed till it was diner time at 6 pm seeing the movie twice sometimes three times. I was so glad to hear that Eve loved the movies as much as I. She even tried to audition at a few agents but apart from a few background scenes, she didn’t reached a thing. That’s because she’s to soft, a bit to nervous, and the beauty of her couldn’t make it good. I could make her more secure but things turned against us, mostly of her lack to communicate with people. She didn’t have the nerve because she is to much on her own, alone at home, playing with her pc, living in a world of her own. So the last time I went to the movies, I had to think of her because I saw H. Korine’s Mr Lonely, a picture of mediocre quality but the beginning made quite an impression: you see the lead on a skate board going down a street while B. Vinton sings his masterhit. I got the tears in my eyes and had some trouble seeing the rest of the movie because the tears kept coming back. I sat there, lonely, thinking of her being lonely with a music loud in my ears about loneliness, it was quite an experience more so because I saw the movie in the museum of photography where only a limited amount of people can sit and I saw three girls before me and 2 couple’s behind me. They were all very still and stayed sitting after the movie was over, probably all impressed by the song of Bobby, prop aware of their own loneliness and while smashing this loneliness right in their own face like I experienced. See on youtube the original performance of Bobby:
Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
I am so lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
Wish I had someone to call on the phone
Now I'm a soldier, a lonely soldier
Away from home through no wish of my own
That's why I'm lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I wish that I could go back home
Letters, never a letter
I get no letters in the mail
I've been forgotten, yes, forgotten
Oh how I wonder, how is it I failed
Now I'm a soldier, a lonely soldier
Away from home through no wish of my own
That's why I'm lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I wish that I could go back home