The Brave One

On Saturday I finally got to see The Brave One, and I'm still living vicariously through Jodie Foster's character. I think anyone who lives in a urban area and needs to deal with human slime on a daily basis will thoroughly enjoy the flick. How many of us who ride the Metro every day, especially the Green Line, would love nothing more than to shoot the thugs that annoy us with impunity? But besides the revenge concept of the movie, it also reminds us that danger and violence occurs all around us...a walk through the park, the metro, convenience store, etc. Though I have yet (and I stress yet) to be the victim of violent crime, the movie instills the need for eternal vigilance, especially since I'm not permitted to carry a handgun or shoot any perceived threats in the face.

Three Words

Go see it! This movie was really enjoyable. It wasn't stupid humor like American Pie, and the copious copycats that followed. And no, they didn't show all the funny parts in the trailers. There was so much good stuff they couldn't actually show on tv. As I'm tired and its late, and I don't want to spoil anything, I'll leave it at that.

My Life Starring Parker Posey

We often see a movie and self-identify with the character, then argue with our friends saying, "no, that was totally me!" Tonight, however, was different. It started with a bit of masochism--TOA asked me out to a movie yesterday, I agreed. We went to E Street to see Sicko (though I wasn't too keen on it). Luckily "Broken English" started at the same time. I had no idea what the movie was about, never even saw an advertisement for it before. All I know is Parker Posey has a habit of picking good films, and it beat watching Michael Moore bitch for 2hrs about problems we'll never fix.

I enjoyed the movie thoroughly, laughed at PP's hangups, neuroses, and marveled at her amazing character acting. Some parts were eerily similar to my own life. There I was, sitting next to the guy I still have a crush on, him rubbing up against me in the movie theatre, watching a story about a girl who always thinks she finds the right man, only to be let down by some unknown detail--they're already taken, don't live locally, not interested in relationships, etc. And her solution? Drown her sorrows in wine, stiff drinks, and pills. Atta gurl! She totally lived the "Sure I can get laid, but no one will love me" life. In fact, a striking comment (amongst many) was Mom: "You've had some good boyfriends"; PP: "Mom, those were in college" (as she's 30 now). As I'm approaching 30, I realized tonight that I haven't had a relationship since grad-school (which were really my college years, since I lived it up then and not during undergrad).

As TOA and I left the theatre he said that he didn't like the movie, I mentioned that I liked it, probably cause I could identify with the main character. He, obviously, didn't. It was hard for him to grasp the concept of ignoring past mistakes while getting swept up in the moment of puppy love. Of course the movie ends happily, but it caused the walk home from the Metro to be entrenched in self-reflection. The point of the story was that you cant have a decent relationship unless you know and love yourself first. I totally believe that, and always lookout for #1 before all others. But I don't think that knowing, loving, and taking care of oneself will protect you from the shitheads out there. PP had a string of men like TOA in her life, as I have too. And, like PP, I sit here blogging and drinking my glass of Malbec so I may find satisfactory sleep.

He was an animal in bed!

One of my friends and teammates, GCC, just posted a blog about the controversial documentary Zoo, detailing a man's 'love affair' with a horse. This brings up a great opportunity to introduce one of my favorite websites (very safe for work) which also has a review of another high profile zoophilia movie out there right now.