PRIME
the movie.
last night was supposedly the much-planned and set aside Whatever Night Out for HP4, but seeing as everyone went their seperate ways to watch it already, save Sepee and me... well, let's just say I feel really sorry for Sepee, who didn't go out with us to watch Prime because he had his heart set on Harry Potter. as for me, the point was never the movie- it was the company. all in all, i'm satisfied with the way things turned out.
it's been a long time since E116-summer 2003 went out as a group. it's always been either tres marias, or carole and me, carole and joan, joan and me, or me and divine. truth be told, i'd missed going out as CID (and the only person needed to complete the AJSS nostalgia was briggy). so anyway, we had a girls' night out with unchua (three guesses whether we considered the group still all female or not)... and, we had fun.
fun window-shopping at the bazaar (mostly complaining that the iruka-sensei, sasuke-kun and gaara-chan keychains didn't look half like they're supposed to in either the manga or the anime). fun pigging out over a shared sumo meal at tokyo tokyo (and debating on whether or not we'd follow up with the breakfast buffet over at something fishy). and, most of all, fun watching the movie.
well, maybe carole was a little displeased while i was enjoying psychoanalysing the movie with divine. but she was ready enough to discuss the merits of closure and the logic of relationships... which i don't think unchua really understood, but oh well-
honestly: if there was ever a movie that i could connect to (despite the coals being heaped upon my head, or perhaps because of them), that had got to be it. it was definitely worth missing harry potter for. (and i mean "for", not "four".) not for any effects or technicalities - there were times the scene changes were too sudden, or the shots weren't clear or even sort of grainy - but because it was so totally real, so REASONABLE, so easy to understand on the emotional level and so pragmatically rational on the mental wavelength.
lest i spoil anyone, i will keep this brief.
(it was no help at all that i have actually codenamed someone prime. but he does not come into this save in name.)
i understand uma thurman's dilemma. true, hers is worse - much worse - but the gift of a younger man's love, no matter how attracted you are to him, is really all you can get without hurting him. because women need someone older or at least the same age, until they reach the years when age no longer matters. because women need - hell, i need - someone i will never feel like being a mother to. in other words, a lover, not a child. and it doesn't matter how attractive that person may be or how much we love each other: what matters is how capable we are of providing what the other person needs. not wants, never wants... needs. (spoken like the mid-30s woman i feel myself to be at times, whereas i act like a seven-year-old brat instead of my true seventeen years.)
(i thought of someone who lives nearby when i was watching the movie, because of this. i had wanted to ask him out, at least to watch the movie with us. to sound him out, maybe. better that i hadn't. i might have cried.
besides... as my dad says, perhaps it would be best to give the child a chance to play. to grow up. i am, after all, older than my years make me to be.)
i won't say i understand meryl streep because i've never been a mother, nor will i say i quite understand what's-his-face (the dude, the guy... whatever his name is) because i've never been a male either, but i will say that i understand their selfish motives: meryl of ensuring her place in her son's life, the son's of living his own away from his mother. i, too, have been very jealous of the people i am overprotective of, those i see as dependent on me but really are those i am dependent on. and i, too, have long wanted to shake free of the chains of home and simply up and leave, to seek my own life and make my own mistakes, or my own success. and, too, i understand the boy's need for closure.
(i thought of a different boy during the last scene. someone even closer to my heart, one who also craves closure, and i wondered: we got to the wishing each other well part, but did we ever go through the tearful goodbye? and more than that, did we ever really close that chapter of our lives, or did we simply assume the door was closed and move on, without ever really checking to see if it was locked?)
so... yeah. go watch PRIME.
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on an off note:
cut two classes in order to finish redoing our lit report, but it appears to have been worth it. "It was good, better than most"... and that from acuna! high praise indeed. and the class participated for the sweets. :D bribery... it always works. my time and money have been well spent.
last night was supposedly the much-planned and set aside Whatever Night Out for HP4, but seeing as everyone went their seperate ways to watch it already, save Sepee and me... well, let's just say I feel really sorry for Sepee, who didn't go out with us to watch Prime because he had his heart set on Harry Potter. as for me, the point was never the movie- it was the company. all in all, i'm satisfied with the way things turned out.
it's been a long time since E116-summer 2003 went out as a group. it's always been either tres marias, or carole and me, carole and joan, joan and me, or me and divine. truth be told, i'd missed going out as CID (and the only person needed to complete the AJSS nostalgia was briggy). so anyway, we had a girls' night out with unchua (three guesses whether we considered the group still all female or not)... and, we had fun.
fun window-shopping at the bazaar (mostly complaining that the iruka-sensei, sasuke-kun and gaara-chan keychains didn't look half like they're supposed to in either the manga or the anime). fun pigging out over a shared sumo meal at tokyo tokyo (and debating on whether or not we'd follow up with the breakfast buffet over at something fishy). and, most of all, fun watching the movie.
well, maybe carole was a little displeased while i was enjoying psychoanalysing the movie with divine. but she was ready enough to discuss the merits of closure and the logic of relationships... which i don't think unchua really understood, but oh well-
honestly: if there was ever a movie that i could connect to (despite the coals being heaped upon my head, or perhaps because of them), that had got to be it. it was definitely worth missing harry potter for. (and i mean "for", not "four".) not for any effects or technicalities - there were times the scene changes were too sudden, or the shots weren't clear or even sort of grainy - but because it was so totally real, so REASONABLE, so easy to understand on the emotional level and so pragmatically rational on the mental wavelength.
lest i spoil anyone, i will keep this brief.
(it was no help at all that i have actually codenamed someone prime. but he does not come into this save in name.)
i understand uma thurman's dilemma. true, hers is worse - much worse - but the gift of a younger man's love, no matter how attracted you are to him, is really all you can get without hurting him. because women need someone older or at least the same age, until they reach the years when age no longer matters. because women need - hell, i need - someone i will never feel like being a mother to. in other words, a lover, not a child. and it doesn't matter how attractive that person may be or how much we love each other: what matters is how capable we are of providing what the other person needs. not wants, never wants... needs. (spoken like the mid-30s woman i feel myself to be at times, whereas i act like a seven-year-old brat instead of my true seventeen years.)
(i thought of someone who lives nearby when i was watching the movie, because of this. i had wanted to ask him out, at least to watch the movie with us. to sound him out, maybe. better that i hadn't. i might have cried.
besides... as my dad says, perhaps it would be best to give the child a chance to play. to grow up. i am, after all, older than my years make me to be.)
i won't say i understand meryl streep because i've never been a mother, nor will i say i quite understand what's-his-face (the dude, the guy... whatever his name is) because i've never been a male either, but i will say that i understand their selfish motives: meryl of ensuring her place in her son's life, the son's of living his own away from his mother. i, too, have been very jealous of the people i am overprotective of, those i see as dependent on me but really are those i am dependent on. and i, too, have long wanted to shake free of the chains of home and simply up and leave, to seek my own life and make my own mistakes, or my own success. and, too, i understand the boy's need for closure.
(i thought of a different boy during the last scene. someone even closer to my heart, one who also craves closure, and i wondered: we got to the wishing each other well part, but did we ever go through the tearful goodbye? and more than that, did we ever really close that chapter of our lives, or did we simply assume the door was closed and move on, without ever really checking to see if it was locked?)
so... yeah. go watch PRIME.
---
on an off note:
cut two classes in order to finish redoing our lit report, but it appears to have been worth it. "It was good, better than most"... and that from acuna! high praise indeed. and the class participated for the sweets. :D bribery... it always works. my time and money have been well spent.