just saw "No Country for Old Men."
uh....damn!
that's one sinister movie. I would think the main guy - the psychopathic killer - would be just a parody as he is very simply - EVIL, but pretty quickly this vaguely eastern european guy with a silly page boy haircut became the face of whatever has ever scared me: the man in my sister's psyche, the figure in all my photographs, the guy on the creek road, the guy in the bootleg, the possibility of pure evil which i'd never really felt impacted directly by before until about 2003 but consider more now, not necessarily as one of two sides of a god-debate, but as an actual force to be acknowledged (and ideally avoided, naturally) nonetheless.
though I don't mean it to be deranged itself, I have long wanted to write a paper about the Creativity of evil, the improvisational inventiveness of the truly pathological. I am curious why the violent act invites prodigious almost playfulness with the variables of pain and disfigurement and death. The Last King of Scotland, which was great, could be sited. The Killing Fields. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, A Clockwork Orange. Eegads!, why are these the movies that stick with me? I guess many movies are about just those possibilities of dark and individual inspiration, but somehow this character was different. Utterly unredeemable, not just a man with a damaged inner-child, but the 'force' itself.
A stunning movie, I thought. It wasn't until the very end that i realize there was no soundtrack at all. My heart was pounding so much (in the first half, at least) that I didn't miss it. I think the silence had everything to do with how scary it was - just the sound of shoes, shoes stopping, a curtain blowing, the desert itself a character, the spooky oak panelling in those icky hotels... a car on the highway, maybe a little wind.
anyway. deeply creepy.
loved it.
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You've made me rethink my boycott of this movie. Ok, not a boycott but when i first saw the commercials i thought, why do i want to immerse myself in 2 hours of terror and violence? I was trying to get away from all that. I shall consider seeing it.
I'm hopeful for the screen adaption of "The Golden Compass." I've read the trilogy and its kind of like an athiest's "Chronicles of Narnia." I can see they've already made a number of changes for the screen version. I love the concept of an animal/daemon that is really your soul but that travels everywhere with you...you'd never be lonely!
does it have to be a daemon?
after an extensive selection process i have finally identified the goofy skittish moose as my spirit animal though my chinese horoscope insists I'm a water rabbit.
off topic perhaps but us moose do tend to wander off into the fog...
ps. you might hate the movie.
judge me not...
The daemon is an animal so the moose is completely acceptable. And it would be a male moose because your soul is apparently the opposite sex; must be a balance thing.
I went to Maine once and could not find a moose for the life of me. I considered it a failed trip simply for that reason alone.
Maybe I'm afraid I'll like the Old Men movie. I think that was part of my skitishness about it.
Perhaps you would consider seeing The Golden Compass. Or are there any other movies out there that intrigue you?
So you made me curious and I had to look up my chinese horoscope. But I'm a cusper! I'm either a Metal Rat or Metal Ox.
Luckily both one are compatible with the Rabbit. :)
and do you feel like a metal rat or a metal ox?
i'm definitley cuspish myself. or maybe i just have trouble with commitment.
also i've been called, 'crepuscular' by someone who knew me well. not a nice word, but basically it refers to a creature that is most alive in the transition hours between day and night, night and day. the rest of the time, i pretty much a dolt.
and I know what you mean about the moose. I got fully obsessed with moose spotting in Vermont (which I love). I neglected my job, my work, my sleep, my friends stalking the misty lakes of backwoods Vermont. finally i was rewarded and it was worth the bother. they are god-damned HUGE, - mystical and brief on the eye.
actually today would be a good moose-hunting day. i don't think there are a lot of moose roaming the Central Valley though.
I did spot some Elk at the Lost Coast once. Also, ridiculously oversized and pretty intimidating and ill-tempered it seemed.
Anyway, I'm yammering instead of paying bills.
Gotta go pay some bills.
later on bicyclebicycle.
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