rrraaarrrrggghhhhh! ok, so i'm like totally P.O'd with this movie i just saw, "Crazy/Beautiful." i mean, i should have known that it was possibly gonna suck. but it didn't! for the most of the movie, everything was pretty realistic. (BTW, if you haven't seen the movie and plan on seeing it someday, don't read the rest of this blog, cuz i'll probably give away parts of the movie) kirsten dunst is a decent actress and played her alcoholic/suicidal problem teen part really well. and jay hernandez (who is totally, totally, totally *hot*) did equally well as the token young latino working hard to get out of the ghetto. the way the character's paths crossed and the relationship developed were totally believable. they (i felt) accurately showed the conflicts that arose as part of the relationship (ex: carlos' family not approving of him dating a white girl). so here i am, totally wrapped up in this realistic love story, enjoying all of the randomness that they encounter, and then POW! the last half hour turns into unrealistic, melodramatic shite! the love struck kids run away and drive off into the sunset only to come back so the girl can reconcile everything with her father. she triumphs over the wicked stepmother. boyfriend is not punished for running away or skipping his midterms, and gets his recommendation to the Naval Academy. and they all lived happily ever after. excuse me while i go get my barf bucket. grrr...i don't know why i'm so pissed about it. yes i do. all of the work i've done in acting class has really made me more perceptive to the "reality" of scenes and stuff. so the instant this movie got un-real, i felt it and it made me sick. dammit. well, if i had to give it a rating, i'd give it 2 stars. it could have gotten another half a star, but they blew it with the last half hour. *deep cleansing breath* well, i feel much better now that i got all that ranting out of my system. ta ta, dearies!
Dear Dad, Who knows why I'm putting this in my ancient blog? Why I'm posting it to the internet. Shouting into the void and simultaneously preserving this forever. I guess it's the easiest way to get my thoughts down. Typing can be easier than writing, and it helps me get the words out faster without editing myself. I think about you every day, and I feel like I have more questions than answers, Something moved me to fire up the blog and write, so here I am. It's been a little over seven months since you've been gone. Thinking about the days and months and years leading up to that point feel like a temporal version of the Stations of the Cross. I don't know where the Beginning of the End actually sits in that timeline, but Christmas feels like a good starting point. The last Christmas that we all spent together. Did the tree fall down at all that year? If it didn't, was it a sign that we missed? My birthday dinner in Newark: Mom usually covers the check,...
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