Bald Jason's Musings


   Friday, February 22, 2008

On Thursday, after the last entry, I did read some more Narnia; I have about 64 pages left in "The Horse & His Boy". I also read some more of my Trek book; the DS9 Mirror Universe story called "Saturn's Children"; I have about 80 pages left in that.

I rewatched "The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe". I saw it in the theater with Mollie and found that I loathed it. I remember that I was happy with Lucy and Mr. Tumnis, and that all the kids were hot when they grew up at the end...but found little else of enjoyment in it, to which Mollie agreed. Rewatching the movie directly after reading the book (which takes longer than reading the book), I found I enjoyed it a lot more. It probably didn't hurt that I was able to pause it for a lunch break. But I was also able to appreciate all the things they had changed between the book and the film. I'm not a fan of slavish adaptations of novels; I'd much rather they spice them up a bit, and this film was done rather well. For instance, in the book, it's rather sexist, with Father Christmas telling the girls that war is an ugly thing when women are involved, while in the film they just say that war is ugly. Also, in the book, the girls don't use their weapons at all, while we see them practice with them in the movie, and we see Susan actually save her brother's life with her bow. I think the film handled a good many things far better than the book, yet I while I now appreciate the film as a grand adaptation of the book, I still don't find it to be an outstanding movie. It drags. I don't think there's a single moment that inspired awe, or much of any emotion really, though in many ways in improves on the source material, which I'm grateful for. I no longer hate this movie, and I'd watch it again, but it's nowhere near the top rung of my movie choices, even if I was limited to fantasy films.

Later I started getting a massive headache. I took my magic migrain meds and layed down in the dark, and starting letting my mind wander to all the things I could be doing in the condo. I thought about doing laundry, and cleaning the kitchen, and sorting the bottles and organizing all kinds of things. And soon enough my headache was gone...and I got up, and started doing the last thing that had popped into my head.

I hadn't put any pictures up in my room for nearly a month, and I'd had some pictures I wanted to use, but I've been sort of planning it out in my head. There is this graphic novel, called The Crow (which was the basis for the film of the same name), which has always haunted me with it's intensity of emotion. It's something that the movie captured in moments, but couldn't quite hold on to. It's something none of the sequels or tv series, or spin-off's have come close to, in my opinion. Because of this, I decided a few months ago to buy a new copy, and put the art on my walls... When it arrived, I even sorted out a lot of the work of separating all the pages I'd need and all that...but then I set it aside. Part of that was because it's a lot of work that I wasn't feeling up to, but mostly I put the project on hold, as I wasn't sure I was up to the task of telling this story the way I see it in my brain, because in all honesty, there are whole passages of the novel that don't mean anything to me. I guess the film got that part right after all. And the parts that I do enjoy are jumbled together, like a fever dream... So I was trying to figure out how I should present this to whoever came into my room, and yesterday I just decided it was best to follow my passion and not the exact story outline...and it turned out beautifully! However, it also took nearly 6 hours, in which time my headache returned, and Mark got home from work. I wouldn't let him see it until I was finished, but then stopped just short of completion to take more meds and go to bed. He said he really liked it, and made a note of all the work I'd done. I'm really proud of this new section, but my head was killing me.

I did eventually fall asleep. Mark woke me up later to ask if I wanted to watch Torchwood with him, but I passed as my head was still hurting. I took my last allowed pill, and went back to bed. I woke up around 4am, with my headache gone, and continued where I'd left off on the wall, but stopped shortly after to eat, and write this.

I might work on the wall some more, as there are about 10 pictures I'd like to add in the near future. I already started doing the dishes. I'll probably do my laundry next. I might read a bit, or just try to relax. I work later today, from 1-5:30pm. Michael wants to go to Necto tonight, and that's fine with me as long as I get some amount of sleep between now and then; probably after I get home from work.

Ooh. There's a new Aliens game coming out later this year, which I want. It doesn't feature the Predators at all (damn it), but it's the first PC Aliens game to come out in years, as far as I know. It's called "Aliens: Colonial Marines". I'll have to keep an eye out for it. I don't think it will be out until Autumn though.

   posted by Bald Jason at 06:56 AM
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I would like to point out some very strong emotions that this movie brought out in me.

Awe/Amazement - That I paid my hard earned money to be stuck in a dark theater watching a movie that I thought would never end.

Deep seeded fear - That I would never see my loved ones again after I went on a bloody rampage the likes of which this word has never known just to relieve my boredom.

Child like wonder - That out of all the child actors out there, they managed to find the only four with the emotional range of drying paint.

Longing - To run screaming from the theater into oncoming traffic.

A sense of duty - To tell everyone I could to save not only their time and money, but perhaps there very souls, by not seeing this movie.

Sadness/Regeret - From the knowledge that I would never get that time back.

Bitterness - That the hot eye candy was in the film for less than 15 minutes.

Shame - That I willingly allowed myself to be victimized without putting up a fight.

I'm glad that you've made your peace with this LONG and winding path of pain and disappointment, but I have still not forgotten how this movie raped my carefree sunny afternoon. Perhaps, with time and a little encouragement from my therapist, I too will be able look back without crying hopeless tears.

   posted by Mollie at 11:15 AM


   Sunday, February 24, 2008

Mollie, it wasn't that bad. I liked it. I have always feel like I must have middle child syndrome though, and I was completely rooting for Edmund.

   posted by Mark at 08:19 PM


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