I just don't understand.
Today I saw "Brokeback Mountain." It was really good. The production was out of this world, and the love story was really well done.
It makes me bitter about "The Producers," because I saw that film a long time ago when I should have seen "Brokeback Mountain." And no, I'm not fucking kidding you. I'm not sure that anybody on the planet understands exactly how much trauma I went through watching that film. I honestly believe that I'd be a slightly happier person today had I not seen "The Producers." Just remembering this experience makes my brain pulsate with sheer agony. It's like venom pounding through my veins.
If I'd never seen that film, I wouldn't have such terrible memories from it. Sometimes people bring it up and my body undergoes this strange chain of progressively more and more psychologically distressing reactions. And I swear that I'm not exaggerating. I really can't remember hating a film as much as I hate "The Producers."
Most musicals are so painful to watch. Jason thinks that I might hate musicals as much as I hate musicals because I was raised on Bollywood, which is the trashiest of the trash. I don't even know.
That one song from "Rent" makes me want to commit suicide. I feel the way Alexander DeLarge felt in "A Clockwork Orange" when Beethoven played and he wanted to jump out a window, because his body couldn't take it. I don't understand people who enjoy watching things like that. Like, I feel just as hurt and depressed hearing that song as I do hearing about puppies dying and deer being shot at.
I need to take a deep breath.
Happier news: my dad and I discussed this one idea for a film that I've been trying to formulate in my head, and I think after he helped me brainstorm, my story just might be perfect.
It makes me bitter about "The Producers," because I saw that film a long time ago when I should have seen "Brokeback Mountain." And no, I'm not fucking kidding you. I'm not sure that anybody on the planet understands exactly how much trauma I went through watching that film. I honestly believe that I'd be a slightly happier person today had I not seen "The Producers." Just remembering this experience makes my brain pulsate with sheer agony. It's like venom pounding through my veins.
If I'd never seen that film, I wouldn't have such terrible memories from it. Sometimes people bring it up and my body undergoes this strange chain of progressively more and more psychologically distressing reactions. And I swear that I'm not exaggerating. I really can't remember hating a film as much as I hate "The Producers."
Most musicals are so painful to watch. Jason thinks that I might hate musicals as much as I hate musicals because I was raised on Bollywood, which is the trashiest of the trash. I don't even know.
That one song from "Rent" makes me want to commit suicide. I feel the way Alexander DeLarge felt in "A Clockwork Orange" when Beethoven played and he wanted to jump out a window, because his body couldn't take it. I don't understand people who enjoy watching things like that. Like, I feel just as hurt and depressed hearing that song as I do hearing about puppies dying and deer being shot at.
I need to take a deep breath.
Happier news: my dad and I discussed this one idea for a film that I've been trying to formulate in my head, and I think after he helped me brainstorm, my story just might be perfect.