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[jul 22 2004, 22:21]
do you know why i hate spiderman?
it's got something to do with reality. hollywood isn't real, it isn't true and only very rarely it's honest. it tricks you into thinking what it wants you to think. it knows exactly how you tick, how to make you feel whatever it wants you to feel. yet still...
let's, for a moment, assume that everything you see in movies serves the purpose of telling you something, of conveying some kind of moral. it's quite narrow-minded to think so, i know, but let's just assume it for a second.
what would spiderman tell you? what would make sense to you? what would make sense to anyone else?
first, there's a good thing about all these lonely broken jerks like me. this movie tells you that even if you had lots of money and even if you had connections and influence, you could still turn into a stupid bastard and lose the girl. that's good. that pushes you up again. it tells you that not everything is bad. that, honestly, you've got a much greater chance of success without being rich or having connections. yay. 1:0!
but on the other hand...
what kind of movie is this, when the super hero and the gorgeous girl don't get together in the end? what kind of fucking moral is that supposed to be? that even if you had these amazing powers and could do everything you want, you still can't have that? no, hollywood, you're not getting away with that. that's not fair.
in all the other movies you tell us that you can't enforce love, that you can't control it - still, in the end, the good guy gets the good girl and everything is fine. but this? somehow it can't be right, can it? can it?
no, thank you, hollywood. you ruined it. i haven't seen the second part of spiderman but i'm not too sure i want to. you can't fool me with your amazing special effects, your thin plot, your great villains and your weird heros, your gorgeous girls and your nice aunts. no, thank you, i don't think so.
i'm going back to another world now, a world where dreams like this can come true. where the unimportant, not-really-that-attractive, not-really-that-charismatic, somehow-innocent jerk (female or male) can get him or her. i'm going to lay on my bed with that weird smile on my face and with a tear in my eye and, perhaps, with something to drink and something to cuddle (yes, i do have cussions) and watch amelie.
see you, hollywood. better luck next time.
charon
it's got something to do with reality. hollywood isn't real, it isn't true and only very rarely it's honest. it tricks you into thinking what it wants you to think. it knows exactly how you tick, how to make you feel whatever it wants you to feel. yet still...
let's, for a moment, assume that everything you see in movies serves the purpose of telling you something, of conveying some kind of moral. it's quite narrow-minded to think so, i know, but let's just assume it for a second.
what would spiderman tell you? what would make sense to you? what would make sense to anyone else?
first, there's a good thing about all these lonely broken jerks like me. this movie tells you that even if you had lots of money and even if you had connections and influence, you could still turn into a stupid bastard and lose the girl. that's good. that pushes you up again. it tells you that not everything is bad. that, honestly, you've got a much greater chance of success without being rich or having connections. yay. 1:0!
but on the other hand...
what kind of movie is this, when the super hero and the gorgeous girl don't get together in the end? what kind of fucking moral is that supposed to be? that even if you had these amazing powers and could do everything you want, you still can't have that? no, hollywood, you're not getting away with that. that's not fair.
in all the other movies you tell us that you can't enforce love, that you can't control it - still, in the end, the good guy gets the good girl and everything is fine. but this? somehow it can't be right, can it? can it?
no, thank you, hollywood. you ruined it. i haven't seen the second part of spiderman but i'm not too sure i want to. you can't fool me with your amazing special effects, your thin plot, your great villains and your weird heros, your gorgeous girls and your nice aunts. no, thank you, i don't think so.
i'm going back to another world now, a world where dreams like this can come true. where the unimportant, not-really-that-attractive, not-really-that-charismatic, somehow-innocent jerk (female or male) can get him or her. i'm going to lay on my bed with that weird smile on my face and with a tear in my eye and, perhaps, with something to drink and something to cuddle (yes, i do have cussions) and watch amelie.
see you, hollywood. better luck next time.
charon