October 22nd, 2004
watched Donnie Darko.
I need to watch that a few more times I think.
I watched it on my own last week because people reference it just so often to make me curious. I poked around the bonus stuff on the DVD and it was good, mood-fitting stuff. I was actually afraid of watching it alone because I didn't know what to expect, but it turned out good that way. Ever since the last King book I've had a bit of a mantra going - "That's the only way it could end, it's the only way it could work." - which seems to fit here, too.
|Date:||October 23rd, 2004 06:55 am (UTC)|| |
I've spent a lot of time processing that movie, and I have come to the conclusion that it's a decent movie that didn't do all that it promised to do. Evil bastards.
all that it promised?
expound on that woman!
I've only seen it once, about a year ago (maybe more), I think, komos
showed me it. I'm still
yeah, it's a great movie imho.
|Date:||October 27th, 2004 08:41 am (UTC)|| |
Tell me about the rabbits, George
Loved Donnie Darko - a director's cut has been floating around the arthouse circuit, but not here yet. I'll probably have to buy it on dvd someday and find a deserving home for the copy I already have.
[from the Extended and Deleted Scenes. The class is discussing Watership Down]
Karen Pommeroy : This could be the death of an entire way of life, the end of an era...
Donnie : Why should we care?
Karen Pommeroy : Because the rabbits are us, Donnie.
Donnie : Why should I mourn for a rabbit like he was human?
Karen Pommeroy : Are you saying that the death of one species is less tragic than another?
Donnie : Of course. The rabbit's not like us. It has no... keen look at something in the mirror, it has no history books, no photographs, no knowledge of sorrow or regret... I mean, I'm sorry, Miss Pommeroy, don't get me wrong; y'know, I like rabbits and all. They're cute and they're horny. And if you're cute and you're horny, then you're probably happy, in that you don't know who you are and why you're even alive. And you just wanna' have sex, as many times as possible, before you die... I mean, I just don't see the point in crying over a dead rabbit! Y'know, who... who never even feared death to begin with.
Re: Tell me about the rabbits, George
hmm, i'll have to try to find that.