Movies


So, this is a completely unsubstantiated theory about Dark City. Thanks to Pandora I was introduced to Oh You Pretty Things by Herman’s Hermits, though the original is from David Bowie, I believe. It talks briefly about some of the themes from Dark City, namely the “Strangers” who have come to Earth and somehow combined with humans to form the “Homo Superior”, which I read as being John Murdoch, the man who learned how to Tune - the same ability the Strangers have.

Why not? I mean, it’s a loose correlation, but I think it’s plausible. After all, Robert Browning’s poem Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came inspired more than just Steven King’s epic Dark Tower Series, so why couldn’t a song inspire a movie?

In the usual style of a stream of consciousness I’m writing this immediately after watching Garden State (thanks Kip!), which I just saw was written, directed, and lead by Zach Braff! My guess as to how it’d go is that they’d end up apart either because a) she had some terminal illness (oh wait, that’s A Walk to Remember) or that they were just meant to be friends that changed each others’ lives by giving the other perspective (uh, oops. Lost in Translation). Actually they end up together in the end but in a way that feels real and leaves much of the usual cliché behind.

So some people use drugs prescribed by a doctor to change their mood (Zoloft is the new popular one, right?). Some use drugs not prescribed by a doctor. Some use alcohol to deal with things in their life that they either can’t or don’t know how to deal with. I use movies. And music. And I know I’m not alone in this. How many of the three of you have that favorite movie that you like to watch on a rainy day or when you’re feeling just a little down? The funny thing is that people know this but it’s really just a perspective shift, like the Necker Cube.

Favorite message from the movie: when he’s talking to his dad, he said that they should try just being okay that they are who they are. Fricin’ obvious, no? But we don’t do it. Oh perhaps you do, reader #3, but I know the others don’t. And I don’t. I have these Bose headphones which I just noticed have a pretty low rating on Amazon. I’m not an audio snob, but I bought them because I liked them when I tried them out and they were on sale at a Good Guy’s closing. I stopped when the right side’s plastic part broke, that is until I took some initiative and visited my local Wallgreen’s to buy some Krazy Glue - about a year later. I even managed to avoid gluing my fingers to my eyelid! I use them to listen to music and language lessons on BART, since my iPod headphones don’t block out enough sound to allow me to hear what I’m supposed to repeat back in Japanese to the people staring ahead on BART who can’t hear me anyway. As a consequence of this I take them off when I’m walking, but it’s too much trouble to put them away, so I put them around my neck, and I realized that I must look a bit like Rob in High Fidelity with my leather jacket and messenger bag.

But the thing is, it’s really a costume, and it feels like a costume. I’m playing the role of That Guy who wears headphones while walking around and has a tape deck at home and prefers vinyl to CDs and makes lists of his top five whatever a couple times a day. It’s amusing to me that people might envision this whole other fictional part of my life based solely on my wanting to carry headphones that actually block sound. When I was in Santa Barbara I biked to work, and I became an environmentalist - at least to other people. I’m just a cheap bastard who is afraid of buying anything that’d tie him down is really all it boils down to, but that’s not what others think. Do I recycle? Yeah. Did I go watch An Inconvenient Truth and get freaked out by it? Sure. But I’m not an environmentalist.

The other point I liked from the movie, which was similar to the first, is shared by Fight Club and many others, just phrased differently. In Garden State it was that it doesn’t make sense to break off relationships with people in order to work out your “issues”, whatever they might be (exceptions might be made for those with homicidal tendencies, but I digress) and that you’ve just gotta live your life and deal (Kip, you should be nodding your head about now). The way Brad Pitt put it in Fight Club was, “This is your pain. This is your burning hand. It’s right here.” The extent to which this was what I did with Sarah is unclear to me, but it played a part. For that I’m sorry (as if it matters, nearly a year later).

Movies also provide for me some sense of anchoring. When I first moved to Bakersfield and didn’t know anyone, just starting high school, Kelly and I would get home from school and watch Hook. We watched that movie so many times. When I first moved to Santa Barbara I did the same thing, just with a different set of movies. I’m doing it now, and in my rotation are Pride and Prejudice, Superman Returns, Lost in Translation, and newcomer The Illusionist and perhaps Clerks II.

As a developer, this is sort of a natural thing to have happened. I spend a lot of time on the computer, and watching these movies is something I can do while I work without distracting me too much. It’s like an IV. I suspect, however, that there are better drugs out there. I enjoy spending time with friends, there are just not enough of them in San Francisco yet. Zazen is another that I’m determined to try. Wandering aimlessly around the city has proven to be beneficial. Today I discovered Glen Canyon, which doesn’t quite have the view Bernal Hill does, but it’s a lot more green and pretty.

I’ll close this weird post with a question: if you dropped everything right now and went traveling, how long could you go? Would you stop because of financial reasons, or homesickness, or something else? My answer: about a year, stopping for financial reasons.

My roommates’ latest NetFlix envelope contained Pride and Prejudice, based on the Jane Austin novel. I’ve not read this one, but I have read Persuasion, which seems to remind me of this one but with various English names swapped for various others. It could simply be Keira Knightley, but I think it more likely that I have a soft spot for these types of movies, especially when I find myself not in the midst of a love affair of Georgian magnitude - in this, I suspect I am not alone.

Having only just watched the movie, I am well aware of its effect on my English. You know that strange desire you get to imitate an Outback Steakhouse advert commercial whenever an Aussie is around - it’s of the same nature. What really lets the sappiness sink in is the commonalities I choose for myself from the protagonists (incidentally a funny thing about Pride and Prejudice is that it is almost completely devoid of antagonists).

Elizabeth: Do you dance Mr. Darcy? / Mr. Darcy: Not if I can help it.

Ah yes, how frequently that very response has come to my mind.

Mr. Darcy: Would you allow me to see you back to the town? / Elizabeth: No, I’m rather fond of walking.

Me TOO, she and I would be perfect for each other. /sarcasm

What a roundabout way of saying that I miss being in a relationship, eh? Ah, but I’ve come up with an outline of how to remedy that. And no, it doesn’t involve dating.