sunday night ponders
On this Sunday evening, by the way I hate Sunday’s although I haven’t quite figured out why, I find myself watching Crooklyn. It is by far one of the best movies ever made. It is a movie produced, written, directed, and acted by the entire Lee family (as in Spike Lee’s family). It is a beautiful semi-autobiographical film about the Lee’s childhood in Brooklyn. The movie is shot mainly through the perspective of his younger sister, which makes sense because she wrote the script. I love it, because it has some of the greatest, most honest family dinner scenes/ childhood drama ever caught on film. I usually hate child actors because they never seem to capture the depth or subtle messages that are written into the script. But all five of the siblings and the numerous other child actors do a wonderful job. It’s so colorful, and is the best example of Spike Lee’s ability to tell a meaningful story. I really wish that I could explain what this movie means to me as a period piece, as cultural commentary, and as a great film, but you really just need to sit down and appreciate it.
I can’t seem to concentrate on my homework, because none of it is of actual importance. I need to start making a decision about whether or not I should attend graduate school. I will probably try to find a job, and then go back to school.
Next thought… wow this is a great movie. Valentines Day is coming up in a week and while everyone is either gloating about having a date or pouting about not having one I think I will just sit this one out completely. (Because if I say that voluntarily I won’t have to bother with it either way ) I’ve always thought of it as a silly ritual, and even when I had a date we never really did anything. I blame this on my mom’s influence, because she always said that Valentines Day was the one day a year a total bastard could do one thing for his wife to make up for being a shitty husband the rest of the year. My parents always exchanged favorite candy bars and a card, but looked forward to those special spontaneous acts of romance. I’m very proud of my dad, he always sends flowers when they are needed and not expected. Although right now I think he is in need of some flowers. ( wow silly online journal just got a little too personal)
ah…*sigh*
I can’t seem to concentrate on my homework, because none of it is of actual importance. I need to start making a decision about whether or not I should attend graduate school. I will probably try to find a job, and then go back to school.
Next thought… wow this is a great movie. Valentines Day is coming up in a week and while everyone is either gloating about having a date or pouting about not having one I think I will just sit this one out completely. (Because if I say that voluntarily I won’t have to bother with it either way ) I’ve always thought of it as a silly ritual, and even when I had a date we never really did anything. I blame this on my mom’s influence, because she always said that Valentines Day was the one day a year a total bastard could do one thing for his wife to make up for being a shitty husband the rest of the year. My parents always exchanged favorite candy bars and a card, but looked forward to those special spontaneous acts of romance. I’m very proud of my dad, he always sends flowers when they are needed and not expected. Although right now I think he is in need of some flowers. ( wow silly online journal just got a little too personal)
ah…*sigh*