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Okay, for one thing, I finally figured out who Joe reminds me of. It's the dorky blonde kid with the glasses and the daddy complex in Stand By Me.. Explains everything.
I adore Joe, he's just one of those vastly intriguing kids who won't let anyone tell him what to do. This is the kid who quit his job because his boss made him put a shirt on. This is the kid with about 27 cats always milling around his house, who openly admits to his favorite band being Simon and Garfunkel and who is the only living person who can take a lisp and blonde dreadlocks and make them attractive. He's also the person who bikes over to Matt's house at two in the morning, breaks in, finds himself Matt's room and simply asks why Matt isn't asleep. The facts that he showed up and snuck in in the middle of the night is no matter, but it is a vastly interesting matter why matt isn't asleep. Joe is the type who has entirely no inhibitions, asks the awkward questions and isn't remotely squeamish about the awkward answers he gets. This kid is entirely skeptical about love, he's convinced that it's just a chemical reaction and that people don't need companionship. You talk to him long enough and he'll admit that he was in love once, but she kicked him in the head and that's the end of that. Never got much beyond that explanation before he started snogging a girl he was adament that he had no feelings for. He takes great joy in setting up other people. I'm quite sure that he had been planning matt's and my midnight adventure long before I even got there. He's completely independent and I'm quite sure he has been for a long time. His mom's long gone, ran off awhile ago, and when we went over to his house, every time, his dad was too passed out drunk to even notice we were there. And even though he says all this as if it couldn't matter less to him, it must. He probably hasn't cried in years, let alone confessed to feeling weak to anyone. But I'm sure he has his moments. It would be like when Andrew finally broke down. Terrifying in its power, heartbreaking and beautiful in it's own peculiar way. I know he has his pent up anger in there and everyone knows how to deal with him when they can tell it's there, but he has too much pride to admit it. When things get bad, he gets quiet, doesn't see people, his answers get shorter and less tolerant. But even though he would never admit it, he has shit to deal with and when he lets it out, it's something a little beautiful. He's got a wall built up. But he's intriguing nonetheless. One of a kind, I think.
Two, I can't imagine why every single commercial break in this movie has at least two advertisement for penis-improvement therapy. It's disturbing me.
Three, Richard Dreyfuss has the ability to make me happy no matter what.
As does good nostalgia music. Although, generationally speaking, the music usually only reminds me of other movies where I heard it.
Seriously, the Viagra commercials are getting annoying. Creepy old men singing about their penises does not inspire a capitalistic fiber in me.
Oh, now we've hit the hour in the night, when they decide that I must be simply awake and need a sleep aid.
Actually, tonight I needed a few good movies. Babel and then Stand by Me. Good stuff. I love these kinds of movies. Though, I can't watch them with other people around. All the best movies which really mean something are best watched alone I think. The Piano is one of such movies. That movie happened to be just starting one night when I got home and was supposed to be packing for a trip the next morning. I was glued to my seat for the next two and a half hours, the footstool to be quite exact. Never even moved to the couch, just sat on the footstool until it was over.
Seriously, I swear, this kid is Joe. The resemblance is alarming.
And Jesus Assfucking Christ, there are bugs everywhere. I was happily painting my nails until a spider ran all over me, of course leading me into a frenzy of smacking and swearing, so now I have lovely black polish-streaks all over my legs and a terribly messy set of hands. And just now, there was a giant-ass leggy green bug I swear I've never seen before just hanging out on my leg.
This movie better end soon, between the viagra commercials and the violent insectual takeover of my house, I'm quite ready to retire.