'We are the weirdos, mister' Nancy
So, just these last holidays I went on a movie bender. Well as much as a movie bender as I could handle. My mind is still swimming with the stories and images that imprinted in my brain. Watching Dazed and Confused made me want to grow up in the seventies, with their flared pants and…that is it. I want the pants.
Watching Memento messed with my head so much I didn’t speak for the rest of the day. I had to re-watch scenes multiple times in order to actually understand what had happened. Still, I would recommend it to anyone watching.
While my eyes glazed over and my lips grew numb from munching on honey soy chicken chips, I wondered to myself if I could ever make such great and insightful movies. Like, it isn’t lost on me that what I’ve experienced is nothing out of the mundane and ordinary, you know? I’ve been to foreign countries, but never strayed far enough or stayed long enough to understand their culture.
I’m afraid I’ll end up like those two guys in Rope. They thought they understood things, thought they were superior, but they had grown up sheltered and privileged so in the end, their own ignorance lead to someone’s death and their own downfall. Though, in all honesty, I don’t think I’d strangle someone for shits and gigs. That seems a bit off. Although, Brandon and Phillip did look awfully dapper in their sharp suits and neat hair.
Ah, yes, the point. Film, to me, is one of the best ways to fully experience something you may never experience again. I may never sneak out to go to my first high school party, but I could describe the rush I felt when I watched it Dazed. I may never run a successful crime business, but if I did, I know not to squeal.
I also know that it is completely all right to run away from weddings if you don’t feel comfortable. Your own weddings.
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