Okay, so I decided to arbitrarily write this post because I realized " Oh noes, I didn't meet my quota of two blog posts a month! I haven't even started on May, so I need to catch up!" And then I went, and I looked, and I realized that deadlines and quotas are meaningless if they are self- imposed, and you're the only one who reads these posts. Then I went back and looked, and lo and behold, I had written another May post. And lo and behold, that which I was considering in the last post... didn't come to pass. It was overblown and not even remotely as bad as I thought. ( Side note- Don't get a job as Doomsday prophet- or maybe thats a GOOD career choice) I felt confident about the AP Tests, and I got to leave school early after one of them. The Scouting event was actually really good, but could have used more people attending and then I got elected to a position of leadership- I am now the Lodge Secretary Elect of Nanepashement Lodge 158.
I'll pause to let that sink in...wait, no one knows what I'm talking about. So back to the business at hand, blog posts. I think I'll bang out two today, one of Fluff, and one of Serious Stuff.
So in Fluff- actually, only sorta fluff, but anywho- Entertainment.
I'm too lazy to check if I already wrote about this, but The Big Chill. Wow, what a movie. If you haven't heard or seen about it, it's about a group of old college friends who reunite farther down the road. They all attend the funeral of a beloved friend and they realize just how far they have drifted apart and how much they have changed. There is intrigue, drama, heartbreaking, and despair. Lots of despair. but the funny thing is, if the characters are despairing, they don't show it. They never our right come out and say " Our lives suck. What the hell happened?" Instead, its written in their every movements. I particularly like the TV star who is miserable. It is masterfully shown when all his friends are watching the opening credits of his show, laughing and cheering. He has a painful smirk on his face, and you can see in his eyes- he doesn't like to see it. He doesn't like to consider himself on the TV. I like this movie because it's so REAL. I mean, I feel like I can go through several of those emotions with my friends even now. And the grief is palpable- it rarely feels staged. The only thing I didn't like was the idea that some gratuitous hooking up and sexual healing seemed to fix many of the problems- at least for some of the characters. The music was spot on- I loved the opening funeral scene with the Rolling Stones You Can't Always Get What You Want played out on organ. Overall, I loved the movie, and it still sticks in my head today.
Also, I just realized now- re-realized- that the Winnie the Pooh movie is coming out in July. I don't care what people say, I need to go see this. I know it is childish, and I will probably be the oldest non- parent in the theater, but so what? Winnie the Pooh was the first idea I could grasp in entertainment. I loved the old VHS tapes and could tell you all the stories- when Pooh got stuck in Rabbit's door, The Hundred Acre Flood, Tigger agreeing to stop bouncin' forever when Rabbit helped him out- but Rabbit felt sorry and relented, and especially when Rabbit and Pooh and Piglet went looking for Hefalumps and Woozles. Pooh and Piglet believe, but Rabbit scoffs at it- until he gets scared and runs out of the woods. I can even sing Tigger's song. I think that is a marker of true childhood watersheds. We all have things that we grow out of, but a truly defining moment in our childhood can be revisited again and again. We can appreciate it for what it was to us then, and reveal in it with new eyes. True, it may seem childish, but I think some days we could all afford to go back to the Hundred Acre Wood. I know I'm going to the movie in July. Any other takers?
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