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Sunday, February 04, 2007

Whoo! Alright - Yeah... Uh huh

I just had a shower.

I had a moment during that shower. It was a brief period of enlightenment, and I felt content afterwards.

Okay, it goes a little something like this: after doing it daily for years, I've got my shower routine down so that it's automatic. While I'm doing my automaton dance, my mind can wander and I get to work through the problems of the day. The change of environment [heat and running water] and my nakedness also helps my meditations. I got to an answer tonight.

The bathroom is a place that incubates revelations. The toilet seat is sometimes a place where these revelations can occur, but I'm prone to the male habit of reading, so I often can't concentrate on my wandering mind. Didn't Archimedes have one of these moments during a bath? The bathroom is a place that incubates revelations.

So, back to my day. I came to the realisation that the cricket was boring during New Zealand's innings this afternoon, so I upped and went to see the film Stranger than Fiction [don't worry, tonight's session reinvigorated my recent fascination with sport].

Trying not to spoil anything for anyone, I'll say that I left the cinema feeling a little disgusted. The best word to describe the ending is saccharine. There's this film, setting itself up for an ending that will inspire anyone with the blackest of souls to think, yes, the world is a terrible place, and that is awesome. But, no. It went ahead to pander for the sunshine and flowers, No Rain loving romantics out there. I was about to drive my car into a florist just to tell the world that that's wrong.

Hours later, in the calm of a shower, I saw the light. The ending was a big 'Fuck you!', as much as that of Lars von Trier's [Lars von Trier...] Dancer in the Dark. If you've seen the ads for the film, you'll know it's about this dude who is hearing the narration of his own life. Layers of self-referentiality, you know, the sort of shit that I'm in love with. So, there's the film ending, saying to the audience, 'You idiots, nobody lives happily ever after. Are you paying attention to me? The characters are referring to me, literally. I exist as a character in the film. And you just go ahead and listen to the human characters, ignoring the wisdom I speak.' That's the ending talking, if it could speak. I heard it in the shower.

Just so you know, I thought Dancer in the Dark was too dark. And, Stranger than Fiction generally wasn't that great a movie. Watch it just to understand me.

1 Comments:

At 11 February, 2007 09:31, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think they are equally great movies, but I never would have thought to compare Stranger than Fiction to Dancer in the Dark!

It won't surprise you to know that I was happy with the saccharine ending. I think you already spoilt for anyone who has read your blog and is going to see it.

 

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