We finally went grocery shopping. I've never been so happy see a jar of peanut butter in my life. I also conned
jovo into a bag of those gummy peach ring things and now I'm desperately trying to open them.
So, we watched Transamerica last night. Wait, maybe it wasn't last night, could've been the night before... Anyway, I digress. I'd seen the movie in Blockbuster a few times and always thought about it, but people only take me to the video store when they're counting on me to find something cheesy and gory, so I never got to rent it.
I didn't like it that much. I mean, it was alright. I guess there aren't a lot of movies with transgendered characters. In fact, Boys Don't Cry is the only one I can think of. I was pretty into it right up until this party scene. They have this scene in almost every subculture movie. It's the one where you meet actual people living in the subculture and telling their stories.
I'm not sure what the point of scenes like that are. It sounds like propaganda and it pulls right the fuck out of the movie. After the party scene in Transamerica I found myself judging everything else incredibly harshly. I also felt a little alienated after it. There were all these people telling their stories and I felt like absolute shit. I've never done anything like that. I'm not so in love with someone that I'd call them beautiful even if they weren't. I'm not... enlightened like they seemed to be.
But what the fuck? What makes them more than me? It's such a stupid thing to get hung up on, I know. Whatever.
On the plus side, there's a skinny dipping scene with Kevin Zegers and some hippie guy. If you go shot by shot through it, you get to see his penis.
jovo, of course, did this more than once before screencapping it. :P
Edit: These peachy rings taste different than the ones in Oklahoma. I'm not sure I approve.