I decided to give Donnie Darko another shot. because more than one person, who have generally excellent taste in movies, have said that they love it.
I honestly don't get it.
no no. I GET the movie. I just don't get the appeal.
the first time I watched it was with my ex, and she made a reference to it being a metaphor for god. at the time I was mostly just wanting to get laid so I just smiled and nodded along. now that I've re-watched it, I think that my entire desire for her MUST have been based on fucking. and not on any actually intellectual appeal. because this movie has nothing to do with god. metaphorically or otherwise.
infact, the only thing that I can logically decipher is that Donnie Darko is about Jake Gyllenhaal learning how to smile creepily. because that's pretty much the gist of the movie.
I will give an honorable mention to Drew Barrymore for playing an interesting character. I wish they have given her more screen time. I think I probably would have liked that.
note - spell check likes to turn gyllenhaal into pigeonhole.
that makes me laugh.
this weekend has been a whirlwind of pubs and goodbye parties and birthday parties and jager bombs. I sadly never got to partake in any actual hardcore down and dirty partying, because I was driving both nights. but I'm ok with that. Sober me is a lot easier to recap without all the foggy memories getting in the way.
I managed to somehow pull a muscle in my leg between last night and tonight. and it's the most awkward muscle ever to pull. the top of the thigh muscle? so whenever I stand up or sit down or walk it's like celion dion is being blared directly into my eardrums. so you know - painful.
the funny part to me is 1 - I have NO idea how I could have managed to pull this muscle. and 2. one of the conversations I was an onlooker for was about how if you carry a body you tend to pull that exact muscle. Lord knows I haven't carried any bodies lately. so who the fuck knows what's up with my anatomy.
alls I know is I'm ready for bed.
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