I’m not a fan of Kirsten Dunst or Lars von Trier but I want to see Melancholia.
A film about relationships and the end of the world. It’s Raymond Carver on acid. Click the image to view the trailer.
Sound advice from Bill and Ted.
Mystic Pizza, that is all. Oh, and I love Lili Taylor/Jojo.
Seriously, I lost bad. Real bad. If you want to see a film where the girl is a philanthropic thicko who fucks up everyone’s life then ‘Dear John’ is for you. She’s like Florence Nightingale but only if Florence was dropped on her head when she was a baby and part of her brain shut up shop while the another part went mad, philanthropically mad.
So, synopsis:
Soldier on leave meets what’sherface girl at beach, they hit it off (cue lots of lifting her up, gazing at the little moon, eye-watering and some punching). Then he goes to war and she goes to school but they keep writing to each other over the year (this is 9/11 time but her fashion styling is bang on 2009/10). She is a girl who builds houses for hurricane victims, hangs out with autistic kids and rides horses – she doesn’t drink, smoke or swear but she tells us she has vices (yep, she’s a mental case). So, long story short he loves her, she loves him, he is doing war stuff for longer than initially thought, she dumps him and marries cancer suffering friend and becomes mother to his autistic son, he gets shot, his dad dies, he is at war for fucking years and then he comes home to bury his dad and goes to meet her – she cries about how hard her life is (she dumped him, his dad died, he gets shot, he inhabits war-torn countries for years) but her life is a mess because he stayed at war. So, he still loves her, ends up making an anonymous donation which allows her to take care of her dying husband in his last few months, while he goes back to war. Cancer guy dies, he comes back from war and they look at each other through a cafe window. The end. (Thank fuck.) THIS IS NOT ‘THE NOTEBOOK’. Not even close. Also, at the end he’s locking up a seriously girly bicycle, like an Electra Cruiser.
That’s it. It’s shit.
Or, as I said to Janey, because watching these kinds of films is the girl equivalent of getting a kicking a la ‘Fight Club’. And we all need a good kicking from time to time.
So, does that mean I lose, or I win? Let’s find out…
Just ordered Annie Hall on DVD. I hope it’s as good as I remember from the last time – 17, lying on my bedroom floor on my front, late night/early morning, eye to eye with Annie and Alvy inside my colour portable, eating green apples with a knife, smoking Marlboro and waiting for something good to happen.
Good prep for '500 Days of Summer' mefinks.
