Etherspace

Ever since I stopped tweeting, the part of my brain that I used to store witty asides and cinematic commentary for later tweets has become pretty crowded with... witty asides and cinematic commentary.

And if this were 1991, when I got my first journal from my parents, I would write them all there (ha!). Or if this were 2003, I'd tell the guy to my left (or right) who was spiritually assigned and attached to me like some grotesque skin tag (or a pretty one, if they were cool and liked the same movies as me).

But this is 2012, and my Web 2.0 wired brain cannot simply let these thoughts go gently. Indeed, my new brain dictates that they must be seen by all 11 of you and permanently placed in the Great Internet Etherspace (not a word) so I can casually come back to it two years from now and marvel at how awesome I was. Sharing has become mandatory and who am I to question a social mandate?

So, what you may experience on this thing from here on out are basically longer tweets. Random thoughts, expressed randomly. No schedule. No deadlines. 

Example:

Showed Days of Heaven to my mom on Sunday. Not the first choice for my moviephobic mother, but it was either that or Something's Gotta Give.

Yeah. Exactly.

My mom has never seen nor heard of Terrence Malick, but she likes young Richard Gere (despite him being "weird." Her word), and she loves a good romance, so it appeared to be a good pick. I protested, thinking she wouldn't like it, but like all good mothers, she tuned me out and did whatever she wanted. 

She seemed confused for the first half an hour, asking if the narrator was a boy and which girl was Richard Gere's girlfriend, and if they were really brother and sister. But, she eventually cooled and watched quietly. 

When it ended, her final thought nicely bookended her first: "That was weird." I didn't ask if she thought it was pretty (which it is, even on Netflix streaming HD. Still want the Criterion Blu-ray. Can only imagine how good that is...), so as to complete the Richard Gere analogue (pretty but weird). Would've been a nice moment.

She also watched the end of Jiro Dreams of Sushi. She said that was boring. She also thought they were Chinese (for like five minutes).

To be fair, my mom isn't stupid, despite what you may think. She just doesn't like movies. Give her a book and she'll disappear for hours, but she gets antsy watching anything longer than 42 minutes. I think Days of Heaven is a good introduction to a more artistic cinema that so many of us are accustomed to because it's incredible to look at and there is a compelling story, but it's not too pretentious. Really glad I didn't show her The Tree of Life.

Baby steps, Dr. Marvin.