Following the light.
Jun. 11th, 2014 10:31 pmEighty percent of the way to fully packed for Con.txt tomorrow, and what isn't yet in its proper travel luggage is set aside for expediency's sake. And this time around, I'm not bringing my computer. It doesn't seem worth it to bother, even keeping in mind the fact that I'm going to a fandom convention. I can read books and use my MP3 player on the train ride, and have one less thing to worry about, and take the time to unplug for a while.
Would've been nice if I'd gotten around to cleaning out my inbox, but I suppose I can't have everything.
I did have a great movie today, Obvious Child, which is well worth full ticket price if at all possible, and Netflix if otherwise - it's not going to make any major industry box-office records, and for tiny little movies like this, every bit counts. It's really this very gentle, smart, little movie about a young woman - a young woman about my age who's got her shit together a hell of a lot better than I have, but hey, it's a movie - learning how to stand on her own, and how to run. Yes, it's crass; I've never heard anyone outside of The Vagina Monologues deliver a particular vocabulary choice, and there were about as many mentions of bodily fluids as the average Jackass episode. And yes, the main character doesn't ask for sympathy, and doesn't need any, and gets an ending that she's earned. It could've used another fifteen minutes or so, to give the story just a little more weight - but it ended at just the right moment, because they didn't need to say anything more. It's the director's first feature-length movie, and I'm looking forward to what else she makes.
One scene in particular stood out to me as I watched it. Many scenes did, but this one made me smile the most. And not just for song choice. Before going to bed together, two characters dance around to "The Obvious Child" in a montage in their underwear, playing bongo drums, jumping and swaying and laughing and just flat-out enjoying themselves. The sex itself was practically an afterthought to the dancing. Two people having fun with each other - how often do I see that in the movies?
Would've been nice if I'd gotten around to cleaning out my inbox, but I suppose I can't have everything.
I did have a great movie today, Obvious Child, which is well worth full ticket price if at all possible, and Netflix if otherwise - it's not going to make any major industry box-office records, and for tiny little movies like this, every bit counts. It's really this very gentle, smart, little movie about a young woman - a young woman about my age who's got her shit together a hell of a lot better than I have, but hey, it's a movie - learning how to stand on her own, and how to run. Yes, it's crass; I've never heard anyone outside of The Vagina Monologues deliver a particular vocabulary choice, and there were about as many mentions of bodily fluids as the average Jackass episode. And yes, the main character doesn't ask for sympathy, and doesn't need any, and gets an ending that she's earned. It could've used another fifteen minutes or so, to give the story just a little more weight - but it ended at just the right moment, because they didn't need to say anything more. It's the director's first feature-length movie, and I'm looking forward to what else she makes.
One scene in particular stood out to me as I watched it. Many scenes did, but this one made me smile the most. And not just for song choice. Before going to bed together, two characters dance around to "The Obvious Child" in a montage in their underwear, playing bongo drums, jumping and swaying and laughing and just flat-out enjoying themselves. The sex itself was practically an afterthought to the dancing. Two people having fun with each other - how often do I see that in the movies?
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