Brokeback.
Tomorrow I apply for the last real full-time job available to me. Then I have to come home and work on a final until it's time for me to head out with Roman, Angela, and Dale to Tillicum and our advanced showing of Silent Hill. It's really lucky that we both managed to get a set of tickets. Being in with the local press scene has its advantages.
I watched Brokeback Mountain last night. Now before I drop my review, understand that I am not homophobic, nor am I a gay basher. Also remember that neither Heath Ledger or Jake Gylenhall are gay. That being said, I am here to report the following:
Brokeback Mountain sucked. No, really. Ang Lee directs like a drive down a road in Kansas-- beautiful scenery, but nothing happens and it lasts way to long. The dynamic between the two actors was only semi-present, with Heath being the winner of the acting contest. Jake, for all his trying, just didn't look the part. Every drag of his cigarette seemed fake; every longing look seemed forced. Heath, however, did a great job looking conflicted at his own sexuality and was a pleasure to watch for most of the film. The sex scenes were too violent for my tastes as well--I guess I prefer gentle first times to the violent ass-pounding that Heath gave Jake; call me old fashioned but I think a kiss would have been nice. The story didn't move fast enough.
The most annoying thing about the flick was the 20-year timeline it spanned. Besides a hint of gray in Heath's hair he didn't age a day. They didn't even bother with age makeup. We decided while watching the opening credits that sheep keep you young: it's apparently true.
Aside from being topical with the gay marriage issue it did not deserve the awards it received, but when do they ever?
Bah.
Grade: C.
Anyway, I'm stressed, tired, and a bit anxious about what the hell I'm going to do. I need to get everything finished up, including Mage, and it's slowly starting to eat away at me. I just want to sleep. I don't want to have to worry about where I'm going to be living in a week; a month; a year. I want to just worry about living while I can.
Thanks to everyone who's taken the time to speak to me this week. You've been helpful, really. I really hope that I don't have to miss you soon. Sorry about everything. I'll try and get my life fixed up soon--it's just taking longer than expected.
In closing:
1) Beth: Sorry I keep forgetting to call you. I figure twice in a row requires a public apology.
2) I'm thinking of running a 4-player "Play Yourself" White Wolf Game. Serious toned, like the one I ran last year. Anyone want in? 3-6 sessions in length. Starting next week.
3) I love this song. Even though it mildly crushes my soul.
I watched Brokeback Mountain last night. Now before I drop my review, understand that I am not homophobic, nor am I a gay basher. Also remember that neither Heath Ledger or Jake Gylenhall are gay. That being said, I am here to report the following:
Brokeback Mountain sucked. No, really. Ang Lee directs like a drive down a road in Kansas-- beautiful scenery, but nothing happens and it lasts way to long. The dynamic between the two actors was only semi-present, with Heath being the winner of the acting contest. Jake, for all his trying, just didn't look the part. Every drag of his cigarette seemed fake; every longing look seemed forced. Heath, however, did a great job looking conflicted at his own sexuality and was a pleasure to watch for most of the film. The sex scenes were too violent for my tastes as well--I guess I prefer gentle first times to the violent ass-pounding that Heath gave Jake; call me old fashioned but I think a kiss would have been nice. The story didn't move fast enough.
The most annoying thing about the flick was the 20-year timeline it spanned. Besides a hint of gray in Heath's hair he didn't age a day. They didn't even bother with age makeup. We decided while watching the opening credits that sheep keep you young: it's apparently true.
Aside from being topical with the gay marriage issue it did not deserve the awards it received, but when do they ever?
Bah.
Grade: C.
Anyway, I'm stressed, tired, and a bit anxious about what the hell I'm going to do. I need to get everything finished up, including Mage, and it's slowly starting to eat away at me. I just want to sleep. I don't want to have to worry about where I'm going to be living in a week; a month; a year. I want to just worry about living while I can.
Thanks to everyone who's taken the time to speak to me this week. You've been helpful, really. I really hope that I don't have to miss you soon. Sorry about everything. I'll try and get my life fixed up soon--it's just taking longer than expected.
In closing:
1) Beth: Sorry I keep forgetting to call you. I figure twice in a row requires a public apology.
2) I'm thinking of running a 4-player "Play Yourself" White Wolf Game. Serious toned, like the one I ran last year. Anyone want in? 3-6 sessions in length. Starting next week.
3) I love this song. Even though it mildly crushes my soul.