Charlie and the Chocolate Factory+ V for Vendetta
So, in my Psychology+Sociology class, we've been talking about social deviance... crime, prejudice, homosexual orientation, anything that goes against the flow really, and I could think of two more spectacular movies to demonstrate deviance then Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and V for Vendetta.
(*already emotionally unhinged because a week of nightmare induced insomnia*)
Of course, in V for Vendetta, I was crying through all of the Valerie and Ruth scenes, Evey's torture scenes, the scene where V takes Evey out into the rain, when they dance, and I was bawling between the scenes where they shot the High Chancellor and where V died in his love's arms, through the Parliament exploding and Evey's parting words... So I decided CatCF was in order because it never failes to make me feel better.
I cried the -entire- way through CatCF, especially Willy's flashbacks, I laughed through tears every time Willy got the best of those horrid children (wheras he was inwardly laughing himself, except in the nut room. He looked like a very sad child when he was informed that Veruca and her father hadn't been burned to death) I somehow momentarily forget that when Charlie turns Willy down, it's only temporary and started -whimpering- or all things, and then I could have kissed someone when I remembered Charlie eventually came with him (I'm sorry to inconvience you gutter heads, but I don't mean what some of you by reflex think I mean :p) and I briefly considered kissing the tv when the movie ended.
I feel much better XD I guess all the stress and emotions built up without softball to vent my frustrations.
In other news, I wait on tenterhooks until tickets to Wicked come out, and if they sell out before I can get to them, I have a date with Chicago XD. Rather fitting, since I haven't set foot in that city since I was born.
There are other matters, but I think it's best to sit back, wait to see how they play out, and hope to god Hugo Weaving's voice an accent get out of my head so I can cease these verbose musings and revert to my usual and famaliar colloquy.
... Just be glad I don't know where my etymology folder went, else I'd be flinging ten dollar words left and right and you'd need a dictionary to understand half of what I'm saying (the other half accounted for by my dismal abysmal grammar and contempt for commas).
(*already emotionally unhinged because a week of nightmare induced insomnia*)
Of course, in V for Vendetta, I was crying through all of the Valerie and Ruth scenes, Evey's torture scenes, the scene where V takes Evey out into the rain, when they dance, and I was bawling between the scenes where they shot the High Chancellor and where V died in his love's arms, through the Parliament exploding and Evey's parting words... So I decided CatCF was in order because it never failes to make me feel better.
I cried the -entire- way through CatCF, especially Willy's flashbacks, I laughed through tears every time Willy got the best of those horrid children (wheras he was inwardly laughing himself, except in the nut room. He looked like a very sad child when he was informed that Veruca and her father hadn't been burned to death) I somehow momentarily forget that when Charlie turns Willy down, it's only temporary and started -whimpering- or all things, and then I could have kissed someone when I remembered Charlie eventually came with him (I'm sorry to inconvience you gutter heads, but I don't mean what some of you by reflex think I mean :p) and I briefly considered kissing the tv when the movie ended.
I feel much better XD I guess all the stress and emotions built up without softball to vent my frustrations.
In other news, I wait on tenterhooks until tickets to Wicked come out, and if they sell out before I can get to them, I have a date with Chicago XD. Rather fitting, since I haven't set foot in that city since I was born.
There are other matters, but I think it's best to sit back, wait to see how they play out, and hope to god Hugo Weaving's voice an accent get out of my head so I can cease these verbose musings and revert to my usual and famaliar colloquy.
... Just be glad I don't know where my etymology folder went, else I'd be flinging ten dollar words left and right and you'd need a dictionary to understand half of what I'm saying (the other half accounted for by my dismal abysmal grammar and contempt for commas).