I discovered the artist of the song that plays during the trailer of The Lovely Bones and during some of my most teary moment of the film, mostly due to the song alone. Cocteau Twins. Fuck. I almost want to cry now. Elizabeth Fraser, the singer, has sung a few songs for one of my current favorite bands, Massive Attack. I love her voice more than the world sometimes, given my mood. This song, "Alice" is currently the first song on my playlist. My favorite Massive Attack song she sings which is quite difficult to find online is called "Joyluckclub." She also sings the song "This Love" on my playlist. As you can tell I'm quite a fan. She is known for singing indecipherable lyrics which the lyrics are only known to her, which quite frankly is generally how music sounds to me until I listen to it many times and read the lyrics. It's how I used to sing songs in my head when I was younger. I've already listened to this song over and over and over.
So, speaking of The Lovely Bones. For once a midnight showing that was not packed, which I was happy about. To get it out there first and foremost, I am disappointed. But I guess what surprise is that? Every piece of literature that comes onto the screen is almost always a disappointment. The visuals are stunning but that is what Peter Jackson has a gift for. The acting was a bit awkward to me. I can't say I'm immensely disappointed, it's quite a weird indirect feeling, I think it's because the story is such a deep one to me and the visuals do a great job. I realized that if people see the film without knowing anything about the novel, they won't quite understand what is going on. The film cut out a great amount of stuff, I didn't realize how long the book was until I was watching the film. The time span covers eight years along with several flashbacks to the past. The film just lacked a lot of depth. As I have mentioned in a previous post that Peter Jackson decided to take out the rape aspect, although I understood it, I now enormously disagree with that course of action. The book is just so amazing that it does not need that kind of disrespect. The author did such a great job depicting such situations of death in a family, specifically death of a child. Rape and other sexual activity was completely ignored in the film and played a big part in the novel. It's irritating. The
author is also a rape victim, hence the major importance of the story. But...needless to say, I will eventually see it again and will definitely purchase the DVD when it is released. The young girl, Saoirse Ronan, I deeply hope blossoms in her career, she did a great job in quite a difficult/deep role. Her eyes are absolutely captivating and she seems to be very aware of it in the way that she uses her eyes. They drive me crazy. This girl is gorgeous!The last spoken line of the film was the last line of the novel verbatim, and quite provocative to emotions. I realized that I am quite obsessed with the endings of books. I deliberately make sure that I am in the right atmosphere, setting, and mind state before I allow myself to read the end of whatever it is I am reading at the moment. I must be completely engrossed in the book and I want the end to completely consume me. I want it to slap me in the face, I want it to be strong and I want it to provoke me to whichever emotion is necessary. A lot of why I love I Am Legend, the end is always worth reading over and over. The Lovely Bones ended quite well. I feel like reading it all over again.
I just found this piece of trivia out: "Hugh Jackman and Rachel Weisz were the first actors who got an offer to appear in the film, which would have supposed their second collaboration together (after The Fountain (2006)). However, while Weisz accepted her part, Jackman had to turn it down. 'Ryan Gosling' was cast instead, although he would drop out as well, three days before the shooting started. Eventually, 'Mark Wahlberg' got the part."
I also, due to technical difficulties, forgot to explain that there was an eclipse on the 15th, however not visible to the Americas. The next is July 11th, visible to South America. But after that, December 21st, finally a total lunar eclipse for us to see. That day is also the Winter Solstice, so it will be an epic event. About 5am universal time the eclipse begins, but more info when the time nears.
I dreamt that I was at a big party and everyone was sniffing cocaine. I was disgusted. I cannot quite find a dream interpretation for when others use it. But it was a friend of mine who was throwing the party and there were a couple people there that I recognize from my conscious life and everyone else was a stranger to me. I remember trying to find my friend and there were a couple of girls about to smoke something out a pot pipe and the second I appeared near her she immediately hid her pipe and pulled her bag over her lap and stared at me. I was irritated and asked her what she was doing, she said that she was told not to do anything in front of me. I asked her what she was smoking because in my mind pot is the least of my concern at this party but whatever she said it was had two words and one of them being crab. Heh, makes no sense now but I told my friend that "I appreciate the concern to tell people that but I don't want that because everyone is acting like I'm their goddamn mother!" After that was a dream, again, of being at school. The school was under construction and many parts were incomplete but I was on some sort of mission and walking around everywhere in this maze-like school with multiple buildings and nooks and crannies.
School, tomorrow. It's supposed to rain hardcore all week. Way to welcome me back to school, by drenching me.
I find it incredibly amusing how Volvos are always in literature and film. Almost half the movies I see that are supposed to be of average lifestyles [not luxurious, in other words] involve Volvos. Take 40 Year Old Virgin, Twilight, amongst many others. I always notice them. And books are just the same. I'm currently reading The Time Traveler's wife and a friend of the main characters own a damn Volvo!
I have also came upon the realization that me and all my closest friends are single, of course with the exception of my two sets of married friends. So we are all in the same boat, the dating world. Everyone I'm talking to is meeting people, going on dates, or talking to people. It has gotten to the point that I have a hard time organizing these new potential dates to the right friend. I keep confusing which dating sites that my friends are subscribed to and stories and descriptions, all jumbled in my mind. It's the first time in a long time, if ever, that this has happened. It's cool though, and exciting.
I seriously wish I could find a better word other than "realized" but it always seems to fit. I just hate repetition of thoughts/words unless the emphasis is intended. So sorry if I'm wearing out the word, but here goes it. I realized I'm handicapped on the phone. I hate the word handicap, but it also fits. I'm retarded, I'm completely awkward on the phone and even with people that I am quite close too and I'm completely aware of it but yet can't really do anything about it. I finally realized more so why that is. The absence of their physical being in front of me. I need to see people to really understand them. I know this statement is somewhat obvious, but I'm trying to really emphasize a deeper meaning. I've always said that I do prefer face to face talking than that on the phone, as do some others. But I realized how much not seeing the person affects or stunts my ability to really talk to that person.
I have a whole lot more to write, but I'll save that for the free time that I'll most likely have waiting between classes tomorrow.
“These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections - sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent - that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.”
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