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→ Just watched Another Earth. Gorgeous. And it made me cry several times. Loved Brit Marling, and William Mapother was pretty fantastic in it. I enjoy indie dramas because you get the chance to see people in roles they wouldn't necessarily be in. I like seeing the actors get to work with unique and thought-provoking material. With exceptions, this is not what movies are generally about - and it really isn't for everyone. The script was fantastic and broke my heart on several occasions. I appreciated that it did feel like something was actually happening in addition to all of the pathos. The movie Rabbit Hole had similar plot elements to this, right up to the idea of alternate universes and alternate selves. I enjoyed both. God, I miss being a movie nerd.
So, the cosmonaut. He's the first man ever to go into space, right? The Russians beat the Americans. So he goes up in this big space ship, but the only habitable part of it's very small. So the cosmonaut's in there, and he's got this portal window, and he's looking out of it, and he sees the curvature of the earth. For the first time. The first man to ever look at the planet he's from. And he's lost in that moment. And all of a sudden, this strange ticking begins coming out of the dashboard. He rips out the control panel, right? Takes out his tools, trying to find this sound -- trying to stop this sound. But he can't find it. He can't stop it. It keeps going. A few hours into this, it begins to feel like torture. A few days go by with this sound and he knows that this small sound will break him. He'll lose his mind. What's he going to do? He's up in space. Alone. In a space closet! He's got twenty-five days left to go with this sound. So the cosmonaut decides: the only way to save his sanity is to fall in love with this sound. So he closes his eyes and he goes into his imagination, and then he opens them. He doesn't hear a ticking anymore. He hears music. And he spends the remainder of his time sailing through space in total bliss and peace.
→ I have not actually had much to say lately. People (lovely lovely amazing people) wrote me fic and everything and I've just been off in la la land. Lurking and reading books and making shameless vids.
→ Misfits is back. (Yay!) Lost Girl is back. (Not even interested in watching this based on reviews I've read.) And I'm still behind on a lot of TV from last week. Fail boat.
→ I am reading Mindy Kaling's book, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns) and so far I'm enjoying her tone but I'm barely into it so I can't say much more than that.
→ I love you and I miss you!
So, the cosmonaut. He's the first man ever to go into space, right? The Russians beat the Americans. So he goes up in this big space ship, but the only habitable part of it's very small. So the cosmonaut's in there, and he's got this portal window, and he's looking out of it, and he sees the curvature of the earth. For the first time. The first man to ever look at the planet he's from. And he's lost in that moment. And all of a sudden, this strange ticking begins coming out of the dashboard. He rips out the control panel, right? Takes out his tools, trying to find this sound -- trying to stop this sound. But he can't find it. He can't stop it. It keeps going. A few hours into this, it begins to feel like torture. A few days go by with this sound and he knows that this small sound will break him. He'll lose his mind. What's he going to do? He's up in space. Alone. In a space closet! He's got twenty-five days left to go with this sound. So the cosmonaut decides: the only way to save his sanity is to fall in love with this sound. So he closes his eyes and he goes into his imagination, and then he opens them. He doesn't hear a ticking anymore. He hears music. And he spends the remainder of his time sailing through space in total bliss and peace.
→ I have not actually had much to say lately. People (lovely lovely amazing people) wrote me fic and everything and I've just been off in la la land. Lurking and reading books and making shameless vids.
→ Misfits is back. (Yay!) Lost Girl is back. (Not even interested in watching this based on reviews I've read.) And I'm still behind on a lot of TV from last week. Fail boat.
→ I am reading Mindy Kaling's book, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns) and so far I'm enjoying her tone but I'm barely into it so I can't say much more than that.
→ I love you and I miss you!