In which I fail at movies
May. 10th, 2009 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThis weekend has tried - unsuccessfully, and unexpectedly - to be all about Tom Hanks.
Tonight, I did try to watch The Da Vinci Code. I made an honourable effort. Thing was, though, I got so bored in the first half-hour that I fell asleep, and when I woke up I just, y'know, couldn't be bothered any more? It was dreary. Even the self-flagellating albino was dreary, and there's a sentence I never thought I'd type.
Whereas yesterday I started watching Philadelphia just because I kinda wanted to hear the opening music again - and then, I dunno, I stayed for a while. What it is, I've never rewatched it since release because my memory of it was all about courtroom drama, one slick lawyer suffering discrimination from other slick lawyers, oh noes! - and who cares? Not I. (They said, "But Chaz! It's AIDS discrimination!" and I said, "Yes, but why? It doesn't have to be. It could be race or gender or any other kind of prejudice, the story remains the same. And there's no leeway: we know from the off who's guilty here and who's innocent, because we see it, so we know whose side the movie's on, we know the movie cares, so I don't have to...")
What I'd forgotten, of course, is that it is also an AIDS movie on the side, albeit superficial and transitory; and I Tiresias have foresuffered all. I remember those dashes to the toilet, dashes to Casualty. Collapsing veins and enduring friendships, all of that. I got caught up, a bit. Tho' I did still miss most of the second half; there was cooking to be done, and I'm not so good at sitting through the whole of a movie undistracted, unless I'm actually at a cinema.
Tonight, I did try to watch The Da Vinci Code. I made an honourable effort. Thing was, though, I got so bored in the first half-hour that I fell asleep, and when I woke up I just, y'know, couldn't be bothered any more? It was dreary. Even the self-flagellating albino was dreary, and there's a sentence I never thought I'd type.
Whereas yesterday I started watching Philadelphia just because I kinda wanted to hear the opening music again - and then, I dunno, I stayed for a while. What it is, I've never rewatched it since release because my memory of it was all about courtroom drama, one slick lawyer suffering discrimination from other slick lawyers, oh noes! - and who cares? Not I. (They said, "But Chaz! It's AIDS discrimination!" and I said, "Yes, but why? It doesn't have to be. It could be race or gender or any other kind of prejudice, the story remains the same. And there's no leeway: we know from the off who's guilty here and who's innocent, because we see it, so we know whose side the movie's on, we know the movie cares, so I don't have to...")
What I'd forgotten, of course, is that it is also an AIDS movie on the side, albeit superficial and transitory; and I Tiresias have foresuffered all. I remember those dashes to the toilet, dashes to Casualty. Collapsing veins and enduring friendships, all of that. I got caught up, a bit. Tho' I did still miss most of the second half; there was cooking to be done, and I'm not so good at sitting through the whole of a movie undistracted, unless I'm actually at a cinema.