So I've often talked about feeling sort of out of place in this little community of people who write online journals. I try not to make too much of a deal of it, but to wit: I don't watch Buffy. I don't really know shit about computers. I've never been or thought of being polyamorous. Naturally, I'm making a massive generalization but there is a specific mold that I felt I just didn't fit into. However, I now own a cat. I spend much of my day moderating various forums. I have incredible friends that I've meet online. I spent hours today fixating on the Titanium G4's. I like They Might Be Giants. I went from having only a 1990 Mac Classic, to rocking three computers on a daily basis.
And so I began to figure I wasn't all that different. Yeah, I like sports and don't "game" and I kissed my first girl when I was 12 and haven't stopped since, but in many ways, I decided, I'm really not all that different.
But I just changed my mind again…
I saw Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon last night, and it bored me silly.
Okay. Okay. I'll give you that it's a good movie. Ang Lee is a great director, yes. And I've been monumentally sleep-deprived of late. And I wasn't in the mood to read subtitles. And I had a headache. And there were other things I was more interested in doing. But it bored me. I don't know how else to say it. The story confused me a bit and the characters didn't really evoke my sympathy. Granted, I'm not a fan of Kung-Fu (shut up, I know it's not technically a Kung-Fu movie…) films, but I heard that you don't have to be to dig the thing on all it's various levels. But I didn't. I just yawned and shifted and waited for more fighting, much of which it seems I'd seen already in previews and on other clip shows.
I don't want to give away much, but I liked the extended flashback with the Johnny Depp-looking dude. I liked the fighting. I liked Michelle Yeow. I liked the bamboo-fighting scene a lot. I didn't understand the motivation of many of the characters. I didn't get the legend that the two lovers made. I didn't understand the significance of the book and the fact that the Jade Fox lady couldn't read.
So yes, I know many of you are going to be highly disappointed in me and are going to send me email trying to explain certain things I missed and convince me why I should like it, but I'm sorry, I just didn't. For me it just caps off the ultra-disappointing year for film, and I keep thinking back to what a difficult time I had paring down my favorite movies of 1999 to just ten; this year I have a hard time paring it up to five.
Oh, and by the way, I said I like They Might Be Giants. I don't want to hear about the concert at Irving Plaza and how they played all of Lincoln in order. Yes, I'm sure it ruled.
(pssssst: Did they play Where Your Eyes Don't Go? That song is the tribbles, man.)
I snore in my sleep, I'm always late for dinner,
and my table cloth doodling is notorious.
Ah but lovely one, keep this matter glorious,
and love me as I am.
I dream while I drive, I linger in the shower,
and there isn't much rhythm in that waltz of mine.
Ah but lovely one, skip those little faults of mine,
and love me as I am.
And don't try to make any changes, it wouldn't be worth your tears.
Don't try to make any changes; my mother's been trying for years.
I sing when I drink, I never cap the toothpaste,
and my company manners are deplorable.
Ah but lovely one, tell me I'm adorable.
And love me as I am...speaking of which. I have bad habits, I'm notoriously sexually experimental, and my twitchy manner is annoying. I have millions in court fees, a monster of a habit, and I haven't cooked a meal since 1985. I underplay scenes in response to having no idea how to make them interesting otherwise, I've wasted most of my talent, and my friends include Todd Bridges and Christian Slater. Ah, but love me as I am, Winona.