Dec 20, 2004 01:52
just watched this movie "the safety of objects." it was okay - it was one of those ensemble cast movies where half the plotlines were good and the other half were lame, and there was too much voiceover and flashback, and glenn close was in it and she freaks me out because i can't see her in anything without thinking of fatal attraction... but what was interesting was the idea behind the title. the basic plot is that glenn close's son, joshua jackson (ahem, aka pacey), had gotten in a really bad car accident like a year before the movie takes place, and it's all the fallout from that in this one neighborhood (kind of wealthy suburban families). he's a vegetable and no one can deal. at one point one of the character's, joshua jackson's best friend, goes off on a mini rant about how having phones and computers and stuff basically make us feel safe... and then when something happens like our stuff gets stolen, we freak out because we've lost something, but the only thing that should make us feel that way is when you lose a person. so the whole movie is sort of showing how people deal with real loss and the sort of objects and things they fixate on, in order to avoid or mask their real problems. in THAT sense the movie was good, in fact it is an english major's dream. i am thinking back on it and there are tons of things with objects that are begging analysis. (augh! sean! this is why i overanalyze things... it's because i'm an english major!) so i guess the reason i'm writing about this is not because the movie made me really reflect on my own life, but just because it was so rife with these symbols and chances to analyze... and the idea that people CAN be like these objects, and joshua jackson comatose in a bed was like that... at the end of the movie new neightbors move in and they end up getting a lot of gifts from the rest of the neighborhood, and it's like the people are shedding all their concerns and worries. anyway, i enjoyed the movie, sort of.
it was also one of those movies that made me look behind me while i went to my bed... there was a weird plot line that i first thought was going to be child molestation, but it turns out it was relatively innocent... but that kind of thing is the scariest part of movies, one of the scariest things to think about ever, and so i'm all on edge. i don't want to go to bed, but i have to. tomorrow i'm actually getting up early, going to LA with dad (possibly mom and lucie too), and then going to the art museum, cantor's, the grove, etc. i'm looking forward to it. here's hoping i find christmas gifts for people.
i've been listening to the magnetic fields a lot the past two days and i'm obsessed. it's frustrating because since all the styles are sort of mixed up and you go from sort of electronica to country, there are about 15 songs i LOVE and maybe 20 i like, and then a few more that i could sort of let go. so this is a band (sort of... it's masterminded by one dude) that made a three disc album called "69 love songs"... so there are a lot of songs to choose from. i've had a hard time getting really into them in the past but arielle and matt reminded me of them and like i said, now i'm obsessed.
ok i guess this is enough stalling and i should go to bed now.