Another Nail for My Heart
I watched a movie last night and it completely undid me. It stripped me naked, grabbed my head, and forced me to look into its eyes. I was hooked; captured; held hostage. While I traversed the depths of its soul it reached down through my eye sockets and ripped out my heart, leaving me a gibbering wreck, thousand of kilometers away from the woman whose arms I needed to be in.
Or maybe I'm just a pussy. Either way, I was totally taken by surprise. I had no idea it would or even could affect me that strongly. I had requested some Japanese DVDs to help me learn the language. What I was expecting was a few DVD sets of cheesy tv dramas. They have pretty simple and common language and it's easy enough to not get caught up in the story. But I'm not too likely to keep rewinding these scenes over and over again just to catch how they say the things they say when they're in so much emotional pain that it feels like the whole world is bleeding. Nope. Don't wanna see that again. Besides, it's hard to read the subtitles through tears.
The night before, on my way home from a party, I sat in my car outside my house, mesmerized in a very different way by a Pogues song, "A Pair of Brown Eyes". There's just something about that song. You know a song's going to be good when it starts with "one summer evening, drunk to hell, I sat there nearly lifeless."
BTW, here is the start of a review of the movie, written by another cynic who just couldn't escape the emotions of it:
I watched a movie last night and it completely undid me. It stripped me naked, grabbed my head, and forced me to look into its eyes. I was hooked; captured; held hostage. While I traversed the depths of its soul it reached down through my eye sockets and ripped out my heart, leaving me a gibbering wreck, thousand of kilometers away from the woman whose arms I needed to be in.
Or maybe I'm just a pussy. Either way, I was totally taken by surprise. I had no idea it would or even could affect me that strongly. I had requested some Japanese DVDs to help me learn the language. What I was expecting was a few DVD sets of cheesy tv dramas. They have pretty simple and common language and it's easy enough to not get caught up in the story. But I'm not too likely to keep rewinding these scenes over and over again just to catch how they say the things they say when they're in so much emotional pain that it feels like the whole world is bleeding. Nope. Don't wanna see that again. Besides, it's hard to read the subtitles through tears.
The night before, on my way home from a party, I sat in my car outside my house, mesmerized in a very different way by a Pogues song, "A Pair of Brown Eyes". There's just something about that song. You know a song's going to be good when it starts with "one summer evening, drunk to hell, I sat there nearly lifeless."
BTW, here is the start of a review of the movie, written by another cynic who just couldn't escape the emotions of it:
If every sentimental, audience-manipulating, tear-jerking romance picture were like "Crying Out Love in the Center of the World," it would give sentimental, audience-manipulating, tear-jerking romance pictures a good name.
Oh, and since we're on the subject of duck crotches:
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i like watching japanese horror/"comedy" flicks with the subtitles the second time around because then you get lines like "I peed it all! I peed it all!" in a supposed-to-be action packed horrific battle scene.