Film, Reflection, and the Future.

I'm not going to start this post with a gay joke. No. I refuse. There were too many this afternoon. I also promised not to speak about that until later in the post. Damn.

Continuing on, I watched a film today. No, not that one. Another one. La Turbulence Des Fluides. Chaos and Desire. Wonderful film. At the end, it... really got me thinking... now, what it got me thinking about, to say that I didn't know would be a... half truth. To tell you what I was thinking about, would be... absolute insanity. It's a wonderful film, about a woman named Alice working in Japan with the Tokyo Seismology Department, who is sent to Baie-Comeau to investigate a complete disappearance of the tides in the bay. It is, as it turns out, the place where she was born. The film itself is so subtle that, if I was to say anymore than the summary, it would completely ruin the movie, but I can say two things to make it seem worthwhile. One is personal... One is slightly egotistical. First off, there are lesbians. This applies to Emily. Go watch it Emily. You'll enjoy. The lesbians seem entertaining. Have fun fantasizing. Second, it got me into the mood (AND NO! Not THAT mood!). There are a few certain films, that, by the way they have been choreographed, put together, and written, it just gets me into that indescribable mood that I suppose I should create a word for. Since, so far as I know, there is no word. Whenever a film does that, it is of extremely high quality, to be able to provoke emotion and deep contemplation in myself. I recommend the film... Emily, you especially need to see it... Theodore, at first I thought you wouldn't like it, but you will. It has romance. (And full female nudity! ... Or, is that Emily who would be pleased? :p )

It got me to thinking, along with the movie I saw in theatres this afternoon, about the future. Where I'm headed, what my relationships with my friends will be like, and so many more unformed thoughts that could never possibly be transformed into words... Let me just say, that I am at peace with the world. I am calm. I am content. I am fucking depressed. This always happens when I feel real emotion, when I am actually free of my mask, and am once again human... I do not know why. Perhaps it is the realization of my situation, or the great weight that I feel I carry, but it is true. And even though this depression comes, a strong contentment comes with it, and it is perhaps for that reason that I long for when I can truly feel again... Hm. No matter.

Okay. Gay joke, at the end of the first paragraph. So sue me. As to what I did leading up to the movie, I ... socialized. With... 'them'. Yes... I know. It's very shocking. With 'them'. Terrifying affair. Hm, no matter. We went to see The Last Mimzy this afternoon, (or yesterday, if I don't get this posted before midnight). It was an amazing movie, if only for the fact that it actually had substance and originality to it. The acting was a bit iffy in places, but the plot and sheer imagination make up for it.

On the ride back, I was in the front seat, so of course, I only caught bits and pieces of the extremely loud and animated conversation in the back seat. I DID, however, catch Theo saying "I want to touch you..." to Matt, and prompting the disgusted response from Matt, and a cackling Emily in the corner.

You should've seen the look on my dad's face. He probably heard about as much as I did. :p