I apparently pulled a Rathergate in my last post by reporting false information about the movie Darkness. Not the part where I said it sucked though, because it was a really horrible movie. But Garrison corrected me on my reference to a thirteen-year-old actress: as it turns out, Anna Paquin was at least eighteen when the movie was made, probably nineteen or twenty. You probably know her as Rogue in X-Men and X2. Regardless, her character in Darkness couldn’t have been more than fifteen years old, and her performance was horrible, although that may have had just as much to do with bad direction. In another scandal, I reported that the original Spanish movie was released in Spain in 2002 and redone for American audiences for 2004 release. Actually, that was only half true. The movie was released in Spain in 2002, and then released in America in 2004. But the original film was also in English, and there was no remaking of the film. The only change to the American version is that they edited a little to get a PG-13 rating (I’m guessing that’s where the really out-of-place uses of the word “freaking” came from). So there was no translation for something to get lost in. The movie just sucked in every country.
Speaking of thirteen year olds, I rented the movie Thirteen last night at Garrison’s recommendation. I thought it was well done, but not one that I’d really want to own. To summarize, it’s about a girl in seventh grade who becomes rebellious when she starts hanging out with a different group of friends. Of course there’s a lot more to it than that. The movie was co-written by Nikki Reed, one of the two leading actresses, and is semi-autobiographical (although, if I understand IMDB correctly, the character she plays is not the one that represents herself). More than anything it made me appreciate the family I had and the decisions I made in my life. And it makes me think back to middle/high school and the things that people thought were so important then and the social groups that formed and in retrospect it was all so stupid and meaningless. It’s like that song “Hold On”, one of Good Charlotte’s best ones, about teenage suicide. Of all the times in your life to commit suicide, during your teenage years would be the worst possible choice I could think of. I mention this because the main character attempts suicide in the movie, or she cuts her wrists anyway, I guess her intent was suicide but I’m not sure since I’ve never been a wrist-cutter myself. But what I’m saying is that the movie made me remember times, probably around sixteen or seventeen, when life seemed pretty depressing (although it was never so bad that suicide was a possibility), and now, at twenty-three, I realize almost everything that I cared about didn’t really matter. The line from that song I was thinking about is “Hold on, if you feel like letting go, hold on, it gets better than you know.” Now I’ve gone and gotten all serious. I just wanted to say it’s an interesting movie that somehow I could sort of relate to my life even though I was never a teenage girl and I never attempted suicide or did drugs or got piercings or hung out with people who did.
Before I go, I think I’ll share a strange dream I had last night. Garrison and I were going to New York City again for some reason, and we were at the airport and got separated and somehow I ended up near the front of the plane and he was somewhere near the back. I was seated next to a lady who was super scared to fly, which made me seem pretty calm (and Garrison can tell you that I was quite a bit nervous about airplaning until a good ten or fifteen minutes after we took off). So anyway we took off but did not immediately gain altitude. After about two minutes I looked out the window and we were surrounded by trees that were just about at wing height. This made me a little nervous. Then the plane started tilting and I closed my eyes and the lady beside me grabbed my arm and I remember feeling the plane rolling completely over (now that I think about it, maybe I was rolling over in bed at the time, haha), and then I heard tree limbs scraping by the windows, and then the next thing I knew I woke up (in the dream) and I was on the back porch of my parents’ house and it was dark and I didn’t know how I got there or why I was sleeping on the porch (we took off in the day from Raleigh). Then I got up and went to the back door and everyone was up, and I looked at a clock and it was 6:30 am and I didn’t understand why everyone was up. And apparently no one knew why I was in Newton, and they asked me why I wasn’t in New York and I said nonchalantly “I was in a plane wreck” and they nonchalatntly said “oh, that’s too bad.” Then Garrison showed up later and was like “Dude, where’d you go??” and I said “...the plane crashed...then I woke up here...” and he was like “you should have stayed” and said something about how he got lots of free stuff in NYC because he had been in a plane crash or something. And that’s about where my recollection of the dream ends.
The aeroplane flies high
Turns left
Looks right