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i’ve never been good with films. truth be told i fall asleep during most. i use it as a gauge for how good the film was. if i watch it in 2 sittings then it was a pretty good movie.
i didn’t actually watch this film – it was watched by the woman sitting next to me whilst on a plane trip. i hate planes. if i could take boats i would.
i couldnt help but notice that several times throughout the film she was crying.
so a film i wouldn’t normally bother to watch unless trying to please a girlfriend (yes, honesty always reads badly) raised some pretty big questions in my head..
have i missed something in life? is there a feeling that i have never experienced that has prevented me from being able to emotionally invest in the glib lives of fictitious middle class white people? all awareness of fiction aside, why could darth vader slaying obi wan kenobi bring me to tears but not the failing relationships of people arguably in my own social/financial/age bracket? i have experienced many a failed interaction with other humans so is it a subconscious defence mechanism that removes me or was it just a shit film?
all this aside the blonde actress who spent all of the girl with the pearl earring looking stunned with her mouth slightly ajar (incidentally that was a three sitting but still unfinished film) is as always beautiful to the point of hurting (clarification – not gong li hurting – she hurts like going for a run after a glass pipe has been smashed inside my colon – this is more of the milder getting punched in the gut by someone you liked and had thought might sleep with you and then watching them walk away slowly pain)…
my guess is that whoever wrote this had the idea of taking beverley hills 90210, sex in the city and friends, mixing them all up and then rewriting it so that it feels like its written by someone trying but failing to make it feel like it could have been written by a young, less jewish woody allen…
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