ghost world
saturday, october 6, 2001
nope. still want a house. a small house. maybe brick? shrug.
in the mean-time, i'm drowning in movies, i think. yesterday angela had me watching the wall. it was better than i thought, but also very different from what i had imagined (i never realized it wasn't all-animated, nor that it starred bob geldof.)... sorry, angela, i still don't have a coherent response. :)
at night, i watched disney's robin hood with g who i was babysitting. i'd never seen the whole thing. it was pretty entertaining, according to the laughs from both the 4-year-old and the 24-year-old. as angela and more returned home, we also ended up watching cherry 2000. ha! cheese! so funny! just plain bizarre. ("oh, pretty!") with redhead can't-act melanie griffith and a tiny, tiny bit with laurence fishburne (credited as "larry"!).. very odd and entertaining. seriously!
today, angela and family dropped me off at the movie theater. i ended up seeing ghost world. i got a bit of a crush on steve buscemi and thora birch. it was really good. for a rainy day. 5 other people in the audience. perfect. your laugh would echo obnoxiously for everyone else to hear. except the movie made me sad. maybe it's supposed to. whatever. (skip next 2 paragraphs if you want to know nothing that happens in the movie at all -- not major plot points, but still.)
i recognize enid (thora birch) and her dilemma(s). there's a scene where she dyes her hair green and dresses in an awful leather jacket and t-shirt and gets pissed off because people tell her she's out of style -- duhhh, she's dressing like a 1970's punk on purpose, to be ironic.. her attempt to convey this fell as flat as me wearing spice girls and backstreet boys t-shirts a few years ago. it's just not funny when you have to tell everybody that you are making a ironic statement, not participating in bad taste. hee. just as quick as enid dyes her hair back black, i threw my t-shirts away never to be found again. now if people could just figure out that i speak like a valley girl on purpose, because it's an absurd speaking style, i'd be happy. thanks
i recognize this sense of empty "there is nothing out there" that snakes through the movie. enid looks for jobs, yet all that is out there are crappy diners, movie concession stands, starbucks coffee shops, etc etc etc.. blond reggae boys and store clerks and apartments that come with an ironing board in the kitchen and putting up with people who drives us batty because we can pretend that means we're not lonely and hating everything you like because it makes you weird... eh. anyways. i liked it. but it made me sad. heh. take that as you will.
then i rented mommy dearest and the truth about cats and dogs from a hyper video clerk with a bad hair day. he saw my "the cramps" button on my bag and tried to dazzle with a "i liked their performance in this movie called 'Urgh!' where the singer swallows the mic.." ... i de-dazzled with a "yeah, 'urgh! a music war' is fun but i prefer klaus nomi's song." (hi, angela!).. and left after he tried to re-dazzle with a "i saw tori in charlotte the other night" .. heh.
anyway. now if i could only stop feeling vomity after everything i eat. i'm alternately insanely hungry and insanely nauxeous. sucks. foo. cin cin.
�� 6:13 p.m.
