So, here is a story of filmlove death.
I watched Twin Peaks all the way through and was pretty nonplussed. Then WTWTA disillusioned me so I vowed to rewatch Magnolia.
I watched Magnolia a few nights ago and-- maybe first I should say that the summer I lived at Albert's house in Buffalo and waitressed at a Mexican restaurant, I put Magnolia on every morning while I drank coffee and chainsmoked and puttered around, just as background audio/visual, I could never get enough, was pretty obsessed, talked about it a lot, etc blah blah-- but this time it drove me up the walls of our living room. I couldn't stand the bleakness and the melodrama and it all seemed pretty pointless: why make a movie this unrelentingly sad? And that event disturbs me because I know I love this movie. Or did? I know tastes change but, well, I dunno, it weirds me out to feel so blech and yech about something I was a big fat advocate of, even if it's just a cultural product. Can you think of any you once loved so much but rewatched and stopped loving as much?
One thing that can really take the bummer off of anything, though, is Home Movies. God knew what he was doing when he made that show, I'll tell you hwhat.
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i know there are things that i once loved and it makes me feel strange and sometimes sad that i don't anymore. i feel that way about hal hartley. like, i can't believe that i loved his movies so much.
ReplyDeletei mostly feel that about music. like, there was an interview with ani defranco on one of my podcasts, and it was hard to listen to. it felt dated and sad to me. and, the weakerthans kill me.
sometimes i think it's about outgrowing things, and sometimes it's more about how i don't like the person i was then or the feelings i had then and i can't face them.