Posts about movies (old posts, page 2)

2005-12-21 10:45

Kong at dawn

Last saturday I went to see King Kong with Rosario, and something happened I never saw before.

For whatever reason, we went at the 1:25AM session. I don't think I had ever been to one so late.

And then it lasted 3 hours. And it was almost the longest day of the year.

So when we left, at 4:30 AM, walking through a ghostly mall, it was dawn.

It's a small thing, but it was quite shocking :-)

The movie... she didn't like it and insists Naomi Watts is wearing, in one of the scenes, a Lurex dress, which couldn't possibly be the case in the 30s.

Me, I liked it quite a bit, perhaps my suspension of disbelief is not so easily taxed by textile issues, except for some serious moral trouble I got a day or so later.

You see, killing Kong on the Empire State building was right.

That damn beast had just stomped, thrown, smashed, chewn and swatted about 2500 people.

He was going all 9/11 on Manhattan, and just because he didn't feel like crushing one specific blonde (although he sure killed all her predecessors on the sacrificial girl job), we are supposed to feel sorry for him?

Cry me a river of giant alligator tears, I am not. I say we should bazooka the evil man-eating monkey, and put Denham in jail for reckless endangerment, along with all his accomplices.

AND he should lose his shirt (along with his theater bankrollers) in a civil suit to the family of the maori guy whose head got chewed by Kong, or Lumpy, the cook eaten by gigantic man-eating maggots.

At least in the original movie, the girl has the good sense to be scared senseless by the sight of a giant gorilla with romantic leanings.

Here? She laughs while they ice skate, I assume ignoring the blood stains all over the monkey's fur.

2004-12-19 21:10

I don't have a feminine side. And neither do you, girlie man!

Yesterday I was talking with Rosario, and we had a strange argument. She said I was not in touch with my feminine side, and that she didn't like that.

To which I replied I don't have a feminine side.

Of course that caused a reply of "you do, but you are not in touch with it" and whatever. I asked her what my feminine side is supposed to be, and she mentioned that it was the part of me where I could find my feelings and some other things.

To that, I say, nyah nyah!

The idea that just because I have a certain kind of chromosomes, in order to find my feelings I must have a side that's "feminine", I say that's just propaganda.

I am a guy. I am masculine. I cry whenever I watch the end of Forrest Gump, The part of me that's crying is not some feminine side. It's my masculine side. I cry masculine tears, because a movie triggers some response in my very masculine feelings.

If I were to tell a woman that she has to get in touch with her masculine side so she can, say, drive a car better, I would be called a chauvinist pig. And correctly.

The idea, I suppose, is that her feminine side can drive just fine. Well, my masculine side can cry on movies, and fall in love, and miss my mom, and pet my cat just fine, thank you very much.

So, I don't have a feminine side Rosario, it's just my other masculine side, and he loves you too.

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