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[robinbloke]

Transposition, that’s the problem. This is why I can't watch Mr.Bean films. Identification not so much with characters but with what they're feeling, or decisions they make. This can leave a nagging repetition in my mind over the book or film or event that I can't help trying to almost remake in my mind to how I would have done it, rather than what I remember. This is somewhat annoying, and I still have some from an early age where I can't help reworking and rethinking, they won't go away. Bitter Moon which I saw last night was one of those films, the quasi-lead character played by Hugh Grant did things that frankly irked me, although quite possibly Hugh Grant himself irks me, I still can't make my mind up about him. Did I enjoy the film? I think so, it's one of those I'll be thinking about for a long while as I try to hammer out the changes in my mind. What I did snap and realise, almost blatantly obviously, was that I wasn't Hugh's character halfway through the film, and therefore shouldn't need to worry about the decisions he made. This in itself doesn't exactly sound particularly revolutionary, but realising that I was transposing myself partially with him in the film was a bit of an eye opener in a way. This will invariably lead to track backs and cause me to re-examine my favourite film, which I won't mention but if you don't know what it is, well you don't know me.
All this emotional and mental chaos isn't helped by the fact that I got a minor headf*ck on Tuesday at the Calling (from noone I actually know, I hasten to add) and from, absolutely nothing anyone did or said. Ah logic, good to see you - yes, that’s the door over there, go right through it, I won't be needing you today. Excuse me, that’s the doorbell. Ah, good to see you, Mr.? Ah, well, just take a seat, I'll get you a drink. Hmmm, I need a thesaurus for emotion.
Parallel universe results aside I think this evening calls for alcohol.

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[velvetfox.livejournal.com]

*snuggle*

[silja.livejournal.com]

*hugs*
Actually, funny story about Bitter Moon: My very first date ever, with my first boyfriend (he was very conservative and Catholic, and when I say very, I mean 6 months in a double bed and he was stil Catholic....). We go to the cinemaplex, the romantic story we wanted to see was sold out. Oh there is a Roman Polanski film, he is good, let's see that.... two hours later poor Cormac came out of the movie totally shocked. We joked about that first date and pig masks all through our relationship.

[karohemd.livejournal.com]

I guess there will be alcohol at Andy's tonight...