Parasol

[ateolf]

I ended up going to Black Lodge last night to pick up The Umbrellas of Cherbourg. Nearby it I saw a Tristram Shandy movie starring Steve Coogan. Since we'd just watch Coffee & Cigarettes and were talking about him I figured I had to impulse rent it. Still haven't watched it yet. But we did watch The Umbrellas of Cherbourg. I did find the color and visuals pretty great. I'm really not at all a musicals person. For the first half or so I found the singing to be pretty grating. But maybe in the second half or so as it got sadder and all I found myself getting past the singing more and getting into it some. Hard to say what a final verdict would be. Maybe it was okay. Oh yeah, and the guy at Black Lodge made a comment about how long it'd been since I was there and how many years since the card they had on file expired. Better not guilt me if you ever want me to come back, dude! It wasn't quite that bad but felt on the edge. Anyway. I'm blathering now so I'll stop.

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[absolution.livejournal.com]

i guess my feeling is if you're going to violate a woman so heinously there'd better be a damn good reason (hint: indicating that is FUCKING AWFUL AND HEINOUS and the world you live in should find that unacceptable and if they don't, that is a huge failing), and very little ambiguity about that. given we're walked through his memories of their relationship in ways that are yes, not clearly un-victim-blaming (seriously, that thing with the men in the car on their vacation really made me uncomfortable) and the end is just sort of a hands thrown in the air "eh whatdyagonnado people are weird?" ehhhhhh. "people are complex and this is very complex!" and the line at the end from the husband about how "love/she can make you do debasing things...terrible things where the real terror is how low you find yourself" (always still about him and his ego)...it's a myth those things are complex portraits of confused humanity. you probably think my saying so is too doctrinaire or political but fuck it, it isn't. driving someone to suicide, belittling them in a paternalistic way, and watching them die before your very eyes so you can own/fuck them once and for all (and all of this after a long history of being disgusting and shitty sexually anyway) is not "colorful, complex human melodrama" that teaches us about ourselves at all. it's a myth, and he knows it isn't love either--that's the other thing, the big lie that i can't stomach (i get you get we're meant to know he DOESN'T love her, but i totally think we're meant to think he thinks he does...and i don't buy that, i think it's totally off. people who would do such things would know themselves it isn't love; that wouldn't be how they frame it in their mind...they wouldn't even be thinking about that word.).

[absolution.livejournal.com]

uhhhhh i swear this was under the bad timing post before! wuh.