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Lovely weekend, in some ways. Some of it less fabulous, but all part of an overall nice weekend.
On Saturday night, Jess and I went to see Brokeback Mountain. Nothing better than buying into hype, right? It was a strange sort of an experience. At first, I was disenchanted with the movie. The scenery was beautiful, but I couldn't shake the feeling that the sheep looked like maggots (and I have a certain sort of reluctance towards maggots). I felt a bit overladen with long gazes (not unlike Rumour Has It ..., though far less offensive being that Jennifer Aniston wasn't in it) and it seemed to take awhile for the audience to get past the "when are there going to be BOYS KISSING?". The first scene of that persuasion certainly put the more eldery in their places (that is, catapulted ferociously from the 50s to the present).
So, we watched it. It was a trying movie, kind of tedious and it felt very long.
When it was over, we went home and slept.
In the morning, I felt as though the movie had settled over me like a fog, as though it had to catch up with me and just hang around until I felt something. And I felt plenty of somethings. It became crushing and hurtful; the characters became intensely believable and I found myself actually sort of mourning for them. Now, this is possibly a side effect of my crazy drug binge. But the aftermath of the movie was far more enjoyable and touching than the actual viewing of the movie. Which has been kind of torturous really, because they're not real.
And I have a burning desire to take Jake Gyllenhaal to a mountain with a tent and fuck his brains out. But I'd also be satisfied with that incredible longing look he does so well as Jack Twist.
It will certainly be joining my DVD collection at first opportunity.
On Sunday we went for a drive down to Sorrento, where there was calamari and a lot of sunburn. Sunshine, that lovely sea breeze you only get further down the peninsula where there are no bodies rotting in the water, people everywhere. Michael and Tom caught the ferry to some sort of hot rod show which, though obviously thrilling, Jess and I decided to pass on. We shopped in Rosebud, ate chips at Safety Beach, sat in the park in Mornington, laughed at deadbeats in Frankston and stared at puppies in Dandenong. We also lost Georgia briefly in Dandenong, which was horrific, so we made up for it by going to Jess's house, where Lily choked on a biscuit. They're both fine, but that was the end of me and I went home to sulk (but not before Georgia climbed out of her seat and into Lily's seat while we were on the freeway!).
In other news, I'm going to have a feature in Australian Anthill magazine in.. June, I believe. That's cool. Maybe I'll become famous enough to take Jake Gyllenhaal to that mountain. That's my plan anyway.
Oh, and I renewed edible.nu. I tried to live without it, but when it came down to it I had some kind of phantom domain. I kept trying to post there, even though I knew it wasn't there anymore. I'm not going to pretend it's going to be incredible and new and exciting though, it will be the same old crap. Like it should be.
On Saturday night, Jess and I went to see Brokeback Mountain. Nothing better than buying into hype, right? It was a strange sort of an experience. At first, I was disenchanted with the movie. The scenery was beautiful, but I couldn't shake the feeling that the sheep looked like maggots (and I have a certain sort of reluctance towards maggots). I felt a bit overladen with long gazes (not unlike Rumour Has It ..., though far less offensive being that Jennifer Aniston wasn't in it) and it seemed to take awhile for the audience to get past the "when are there going to be BOYS KISSING?". The first scene of that persuasion certainly put the more eldery in their places (that is, catapulted ferociously from the 50s to the present).
So, we watched it. It was a trying movie, kind of tedious and it felt very long.
When it was over, we went home and slept.
In the morning, I felt as though the movie had settled over me like a fog, as though it had to catch up with me and just hang around until I felt something. And I felt plenty of somethings. It became crushing and hurtful; the characters became intensely believable and I found myself actually sort of mourning for them. Now, this is possibly a side effect of my crazy drug binge. But the aftermath of the movie was far more enjoyable and touching than the actual viewing of the movie. Which has been kind of torturous really, because they're not real.
And I have a burning desire to take Jake Gyllenhaal to a mountain with a tent and fuck his brains out. But I'd also be satisfied with that incredible longing look he does so well as Jack Twist.
It will certainly be joining my DVD collection at first opportunity.
On Sunday we went for a drive down to Sorrento, where there was calamari and a lot of sunburn. Sunshine, that lovely sea breeze you only get further down the peninsula where there are no bodies rotting in the water, people everywhere. Michael and Tom caught the ferry to some sort of hot rod show which, though obviously thrilling, Jess and I decided to pass on. We shopped in Rosebud, ate chips at Safety Beach, sat in the park in Mornington, laughed at deadbeats in Frankston and stared at puppies in Dandenong. We also lost Georgia briefly in Dandenong, which was horrific, so we made up for it by going to Jess's house, where Lily choked on a biscuit. They're both fine, but that was the end of me and I went home to sulk (but not before Georgia climbed out of her seat and into Lily's seat while we were on the freeway!).
In other news, I'm going to have a feature in Australian Anthill magazine in.. June, I believe. That's cool. Maybe I'll become famous enough to take Jake Gyllenhaal to that mountain. That's my plan anyway.
Oh, and I renewed edible.nu. I tried to live without it, but when it came down to it I had some kind of phantom domain. I kept trying to post there, even though I knew it wasn't there anymore. I'm not going to pretend it's going to be incredible and new and exciting though, it will be the same old crap. Like it should be.