torsdag, december 24, 2009

Obviously, Doctor, you've never been a 13-year-old girl.

Robin and I watched Virgin Suicides last night. I watched that movie over and over and over when I was 12 and 13. I thought the dialogue was wonderful and the music, by Air, was tremendous. I thought everything was a drag back then too, so I always saw myself as Cecilia...I was kind of dramatic. Also, the neighborhood was EXACTLY like the neighborhood I lived in, in Cincinnati, Ohio. My opinion has stayed the same, I still enjoy it, but after watching it, I still get a bit mopey. At least I don't relate myself to one of the girls, anymore, like Mary or Lux. So was Robin, I'm pretty sure he went home and slept for 15 hours. I also like that Sophia Coppola kept the script close to the novel, written by Jeffrey Eugenides. Here's why:

"What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself. "

"We would never be sure of the sequence of events. We argue about it still. "

"When she jumped, she probably thought she could fly."

It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand all year

SF, Christmas's kind of difficult to remember that it's the holidays in this city, especially since it has not been raining as much in the winter for the past couple of years. It's nice out today and the ocean is a bit dreamlike for someone from Indiana. Happy Christmas, Hannakuh, etc.