"In vacant or in pensive mood..." I am: Bekah; 24; Law Student / Favorite Things: Carbs (so there!), Johnny Damon, Smiling at babies, Grilled cheese, Comfortable silence / Favorite Supreme Court Justice: Brennan / Favorite Wilson: Owen by an inch / Today's Special: Song: Elliott Smith, "Bled White"; Quote: "You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a bowstaff." Please love me: mmbekah@yahoo.com


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Imagine (It Isn't Hard To Do...)

J and I went to see Big Fish last week. I thought it was sweet and engaging--nothing too major, but worth the five dollars. (I hope that comment doesn't sound like this pretentious review my sister told me about that labeled Ryan Adams' song "La Cienega Just Smiled" "extremely beautiful, but ultimately inconsequential." What? Ultimately inconsequential? What do you want, the meaning of life? That song is gorgeous and amazing!). Anyway, I thought Billy Crudup's performance was excellent. It wasn't an especially complex role, but I thought he played it with a lot of sincerity and subtlety. Ewan McGregor, on the other hand, was boring as usual. He does not appeal to me.

But despite the neat cinematography and a few really good performances, I was more entertained by J's reaction to all of the ridiculous events than I was by the events themselves. For some reason, although J understood that the entire movie was made up of imaginary characters and tall tales, he was a little bit incensed because, "Please, that could never happen!" A baby pops out of its mother and shoots down the hospital hall, and J whispers incredulously, "Oh right, like the umbilical cord just snaps like that." Or the war scenes with the Siamese twins: "Oh here we go, this should be good..." I kept saying, "It's not supposed to be real...there's this thing called suspension of disbelief..." but that didn't matter. The very idea of such ridiculousness was just too offensive for his empirical mind, and I was loving it. At least now I have a slightly better understanding of why he refuses to share my love for Field of Dreams. ("Um...corn doesn't talk, Bekah. What is this?").

posted by Bekah at 3:56 PM :: |