InsaneJournal

Current mood:	sick
Current music:	80's playlist

Life's Too Short for Art House Movies

We watched The Darjeeling Limited yesterday, and I guess it was OK, but jeez louise. I'm sick of these movies that try to make you sit around and reflect on your life. I hate reflecting on my life. I watch movies so I don't have to think. Too much telling, not enough showing. That tiger at the end should have mauled Adrien Brody. That would have ruled. Less "feelings" and more mindless violence, that's what that movie needs. Come to think of it, that's what every movie needs.

I really love Bottle Rocket, Rushmore, and The Royal Tennenbaums, but I'm kind of soured on Wes Anderson now. He keeps getting progressively more artsy. There was one thing I really liked, though. Jason Schwartzman's character wrote short stories, and everyone kept thinking they were about real people, and he had to keep saying, "The characters are all fictional!" I can't tell you how much I can relate to that. People, just because I write something in the first person, that doesn't mean it's about me. It's called FICTION. Chris says he gets the same thing all the time about his songs. They don't always have to be about real stuff. Some people just have no imagination.

Like, when my sisters read "The Baby Shower Killer," they were all like, "OMG you killed your mom!" [we always refer to her as "YOUR mom," because nobody wants to claim her as their own mother] I was like, no, the CHARACTER killed HER mom. Sure, that was inspired by my own experience as a 20-something married woman being constantly hounded by female relatives to have children, but, as much as said hounding throws me into a murderous rage, I'm not REALLY going to bring a knife to a baby shower and use it to hack up the next person who asks me when I'm having a baby, and I'm certainly not going to slaughter my own mother, I mean, then my dad would be stuck with all those kids, and I'm not about to move in there and help take care of them.

Ugh. My stomach hurts. I had some bad leftover pasta over a week ago, my stomach still doesn't feel right. What did they put in that stuff anyway? I should sue the Olive Garden. I'm so tired of saltines. Blech.