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In Musings

By Lindsey

The Joy of Movies

On 02, Jun 2015 | No Comments | In Musings | By Lindsey

I’m not a movie person.
It’s lame and much more new age sounding than I really am, but I decided long ago that, for the most part, movies aren’t great for me. Much like with flashy commercials that encourage materialism, movies are so easy to get lost in that when they are over I’m left with unreasonable and unreachable expectations of life, family and love. A couple of times I realized I had in my mind an image of how things should be, though I couldn’t figure out where the glossy pictures were coming from in the first place. Tah-dah — movies and their endless budget, special effects, wardrobe planners, fitness trainers and scene takes.
Matt loves them. Don’t get me wrong, they are fun to watch. I’ve been bending my rules a bit and staying up late with Matt to watch some of the classics I never saw. For some reason these don’t count?
I am so thankful I waited to watch Rosemary’s Baby.
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Keep in mind. I knew nothing of the movie aside from the fact that it was scary, starred Mia and was directed by the infamous Roman Polanski. It was shockingly wonderful. I loved the dark apartments, characters and no-holds-barred creep. Not to mention, it was a beautifully shot movie. Only took me nearly 50 years to enjoy it. The end is just crazy!!!! I want to see that baby!!!
Then came the Crying Game.
Matt knew I’d go for this one because I’ve long been fascinated with the IRA, and always allow myself to watch foreign spy/crime movies. This one wasn’t foreign or a spy film, but it was close enough. Before we hit play Matt told me there was a twist! Well, I ruined that. As soon as I saw the Dil character, I started asking questions. The IRA agent’s love interest was clearly a man who did drag. I was confused. Was the agent pretending to not know? He had to know, right? She was lip synching pop songs? Hadn’t he been to a drag show?  Matt looked at me like I’d just ruined the fun and told me this was a shocking plot twist when people in the 80’s originally saw the scene towards the end that showed his man parts. I knew Dill was a man.  I think this is fascinating. I suppose this is a sign that things really have changed. Ironic this comes the same week as we met the wonderfully dressed Caitlin. I don’t even mind that the IRA plot was minor and only used to lure me into a much different movie.
Next, Poltergeist. What a riot! The clown, the horrifying tree, the fantastic psychic. I just couldn’t handle it. I spent the rest of the night searching the actors and learning of the tragedy that has surrounded many of them.
What’s next???


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