Thursday, July 31, 2008
Crying at the cinema Part II
On the topic of movie experiences, and by that I'm not talking about Mel Gibson not getting into a Reykjavík bar last weekend because he was wearing sneakers, I need to, no must, share a strange thing with you: Recently, I have begun crying, like a lot, at the movies.
I think it started this spring when I went to see a really girlie movie called P.S. I love you. If you haven't seen this one, but are looking for a healthy emotional outlet, this is the one to see. A friend of mine told me that when she blindly, due to the waterfall streaming from her eyes, tried to crawl into the bathroom at the cinema, a sobbing lady walked up to her and said: They should give away free handkerchiefs with the ticket.So, anyway, I went to see the flick and expecting a big sobfest I prepared for a great experience and packed a few kitchen towels in my handbag before embarking upon this adventure. Needless to say, I started crying about 3 minutes into the film and pretty much didn't stop for the next 1 1/2 hours. I cried when sad things happened and I cried when funny things happened.To cut a long story short- I've been crying at the movies ever since. This has escalated and I hang my head in shame when I admit that recently ABBA made me cry.Yes, James Bond himself sang SOS and for some reason I got somewhat emotional. OK, there weren't any tears, but my eyes did, however, water ever so lightly. The question now is:Did I weep on the inside due to:a) Pierce Brosnan's "talented" singingb) Bond and Streep are so beautiful/terrible together that it makes you want to cryorc) I am becoming an emotional tear jerker junkie and cry over just about anything at the movies because it feels damn good.Whatever the reason, here's a list of 10 films that make me cry:1) The Notebook- love never dies, it's so wonderfully cheezy2) Beaches- best friends and cancer and ahhhhhh3) Pretty Woman- tears of joy when they finally let her shop4) Schindler's List- the real people in the end putting stones on Oscar's grave, so emotional5) The Mirror has two Faces- Barbra, Jeff Bridges, love, intelligence and opera6) Titanic- what a shocker when the ship sank and cooooome baaaaaack7) P.S. I love you- no explanation needed8) Edward Scissorhands- Soooo sad and tragic and sweet and nooooo I start crying just by the very thought of it9) The Corpse Bride- Same as film no. 810) Scuba School- The Coreys on something...I cried because the video store was closed and I couldn't return the bloody thing and get my money back, need I say more?I'm sure I've left all the good one's out; but hey, most films make me cry these days...which reminds me, I wonder whether that NZ horror film Black Sheep about the cannibalistic killer sheep is a sad story about unhappy creatures looking for understanding in a harsh world.....will their fate make me cry?
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Crying at the cinema Part I
I love kids- kids are great. They are the cutest little rugrats and I just feel like pinching their chubby little cheeks while asking them with a silly voice: “Can I take you home and keep you, you little cutesy wootsie?” I generally think that there just aren’t enough kids to go around and I think that these little cherubs go with every occasion because they spread so much joy…
Now in an alternate universe this statement could be true and that would be a universe where Tinky Winky is the president of my rock and that purple creep Barney would be the mayor of my city.
So, I sometimes judge kids a weebit too harshly but lets face it people: when the hammer falls they fully deserve it.
I don’t hate kids if that’s what you think, no not at all. I can enjoy the company of the well-behaved and non-whiny type of kids as much as the next person. To be honest, I generally like kids, BUT, there’s a time and a place for everything and the reason for this entry is not a kid- but an inconsiderate parent.
OK, it’s the complaint corner again, so here goes:
When a movie is rated 12- that generally means that people who get paid for knowing better believe that the contents of the particular flick is not suitable for viewers under the age of twelve.
Then how come a kindergartener was sitting next to me at Indiana Jones part 4 yesterday?
What a lovely experience for me; First of all the 5-year old can’t read, so naturally and understandably the little rat kept asking the dad: “Daaaaaddy, what are they talking about?” “What about now daaaaaaaddy?” “What’s Indy saying now Daaaaaad?”
Then the blasted little bugger repeated loudly and proudly over and over again: “Daaad, I finished this level in my Indiana Jones Lego computer game!”
“That’s great kid, but I paid and arm and a leg for my goddam ticket so shut the hell up” was what I wanted to say but of course I just cursed on the inside and got more and more frustrated.
Afterwards, I realized that the kid wasn’t the one to blame, it was the dad. So if any of you have kids, please note that:
1) If the film’s rated 12 that means it’s not for toddlers.
2) If your kid doesn’t know how to read and the film’s not in the kid’s first language, tell the little creature that it’s strictly forbidden to talk at the movies in fact tell them that it's always forbidden to talk during a movie show- or else the boogey man will be waiting outside...
3) And last but not least try to remember what it was like when you still hadn’t procreated and remember that not everyone enjoys your kids’ comments- after all that’s not the bonus material you paid for.
If I want to enjoy screaming and running at the movies, I’ll buy a ticket to Bambi strikes back, not IJ4.
People: Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight…except when I'm sitting next to your annoying little offspring- because I'm too chicken to tell you what I really think...
Monday, July 28, 2008
All quiet on the Björkern front?
After immense peer pressure, yet again, I have come to the conclusion that a post is due. To answer questions brought up by readers: No I am neither sick, depressed, derailed nor deceased.
Now that that's out of the way; why have I been so silent lately?
1) Blogger's block: It is possible, but not likely.2) It's been a warm summer and warm weather makes people lazy: Yeah, maybe a little bit.3) I had a terrible accident with my hands while pruning the Mother Unit's roses rendering me unable to use a keyboard: I wish- but then again, a lot of time that could have gone towards blogging has instead gone towards using fingers and teeth to pull thorns out of injured arms.4) I fell in love with a very bad man and when he broke my heart I chopped my fingers off- because I was upset: Nah, haven't met any bad men in a long time- and I would never chop a finger off for one of them.5) A person that I have to interact with almost every day annoys the heck out of me causing me to chew my fingernails until it hurts, making typing very painful: Well, there might be an inch of truth hidden in there.
Oh well, I think I just have to admit it- nothing exciting has happened and I was too bloomin' lazy to share my mundane life with readers expecting accounts of the extraordinary adventures of my everyday life...
However, I have come to the conclusion that I will continue to share my world with you and that includes tales on:
Sheep hairdressers, a handbag dog, crying at the movies...a lot, downloading silly songs for laughs and then discovering a strange fascination and even admiration for the same laughable music, discovering an eerie urge to beat up an elderly lady (reads evil old bag) and last but not least totally and utterly going insane during sales and buying everything from a golden Star Trek ladies coat to silver coloured basketball shoes- even though I hate basketball.
