i heart huckabees
I just watched that movie. Wow. What a great movie. Sometimes I think I'm too easily moved. But then again,
"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one"
I hope, I feel, I believe. It's beautiful, and I'm thankful. Imagine.
So anyhow, I heart huckabees really spoke to me. It was almost like being in AP English again with Dr. Englund, only more intense, more real. The cinematography was amazing, in a Waking Life sort of way. For instance, when the guy from Boogie Nights is debating with Dustin Hoffman about the cubes and spaces between the cubes and you could see them through the special effects. What I liked most, though, was how this movie seemed to address the existential zeitgiest much more directly than most other movies of this type. For me, it's always a little bug in the back of my mind - those existential questions that I don't really want to think about too hard, but seem to always lie slightly beneath the surface somewhere in the subconcious. Like a tantalizing shadow seen out of the corner of my eye, they disappear whenever I really turn to look. But, like he said in the movie, the existential dilema only arises during the troubled times. Thankfully, I'm at a place right now where I feel most removed from those questions that seem to plague much of our society today. Still, I always feel a very strong connection with this kind of movie. I can't explain it very well at all in words, but after watching it I just have a very strong desire to shake the hand of whoever dreamed it up and say "Thank you". It's always been something I just feel inside, but nearly impossible to express. It's sometimes very frustrating, especially when the same thing would happen with good books in AP English. It was almost like if I tried to explain it, that very act would render the insight and genius less meaningful. Here I am trying to explain it right now, and probably failing miserably. Ok well I should go to bed anyhow cuz I've been up since 6am.
Quick recap: Friday chem final, not too bad. Got super drunk after work, met up with Brad and some others from the dorms last year. Had a little "accident". 6am conch shell wake up call, still drunk. Tailgating at the Rose Bowl, breakfast burrito and Red Pig, pretty much hungover till halftime. Super hot/tired/excited cuz we kicked Oklahoma's ass. Chilled out the rest of the night. Sleep now.
"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one"
I hope, I feel, I believe. It's beautiful, and I'm thankful. Imagine.
So anyhow, I heart huckabees really spoke to me. It was almost like being in AP English again with Dr. Englund, only more intense, more real. The cinematography was amazing, in a Waking Life sort of way. For instance, when the guy from Boogie Nights is debating with Dustin Hoffman about the cubes and spaces between the cubes and you could see them through the special effects. What I liked most, though, was how this movie seemed to address the existential zeitgiest much more directly than most other movies of this type. For me, it's always a little bug in the back of my mind - those existential questions that I don't really want to think about too hard, but seem to always lie slightly beneath the surface somewhere in the subconcious. Like a tantalizing shadow seen out of the corner of my eye, they disappear whenever I really turn to look. But, like he said in the movie, the existential dilema only arises during the troubled times. Thankfully, I'm at a place right now where I feel most removed from those questions that seem to plague much of our society today. Still, I always feel a very strong connection with this kind of movie. I can't explain it very well at all in words, but after watching it I just have a very strong desire to shake the hand of whoever dreamed it up and say "Thank you". It's always been something I just feel inside, but nearly impossible to express. It's sometimes very frustrating, especially when the same thing would happen with good books in AP English. It was almost like if I tried to explain it, that very act would render the insight and genius less meaningful. Here I am trying to explain it right now, and probably failing miserably. Ok well I should go to bed anyhow cuz I've been up since 6am.
Quick recap: Friday chem final, not too bad. Got super drunk after work, met up with Brad and some others from the dorms last year. Had a little "accident". 6am conch shell wake up call, still drunk. Tailgating at the Rose Bowl, breakfast burrito and Red Pig, pretty much hungover till halftime. Super hot/tired/excited cuz we kicked Oklahoma's ass. Chilled out the rest of the night. Sleep now.