reducing the amount of clutter on my scrapbooking desk is difficult. So difficult that I am putting it off like crazy. Hence blogging 🙂
Last night I saw Sherrybaby a film in which Maggie Gyllenhaal plays a woman just out of prison trying to rebuild her life and reconnect with her daughter, who has just spent three years being raised by Sherry’s brother and sister in law.
It was terribly good and sad and moving and you got to see Maggie’s breasts a lot.
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I was pondering while I watched it though, (and bear in mind this is based on a small sample) that when I see movies about men acting all messed up, they are acting that way generally because they have made a bad choice along the way and can’t really get over it. (Machinist, Woodsman). Whereas when you see films about women acting messed up, it’s because they have been the victims of abuse…(Black Snake Moan, Sherrybaby).
I was wondering about this whole women as victims thing, but Svend pointed out that in Mysterious Skin it’s men acting messed up as a result of abuse, and I’ve just remembered that the girl in Hard Candy was reactive to something that happened to a friend. She was kind of insane, and going for revenge.
Meh. Something to ponder, but I don’t think I’m exactly going to get a PHD out of it.
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Sherrybaby reminded me of a more hard edged Pieces of April, and similar in tone to In America, although the subject matter is very different.
I really really liked it, but I felt sad afterwards.
This morning I talked to my mum and read some more of Twilight which is an exceptionally good Young Adult vampire romance.
Tekkonkincreet was very pretty but very boring. I nodded off several times. Eh.
Jesus Camp is likely to be the scariest movie I’ll see this year. It follows the Evangelical children’s preacher Becky Fischer and her ‘kids on fire’ camp in which they indoctrinate children into a very narrow set of beliefs.
I have trouble watching children be told they are bad people and made to cry about it. I have a big problem with children younger than five being preached hellfire and brimstone to. I don’t understand Becky at all.
I am officially freaked out. The bit where the guy passed around tiny little plastic babies to show the children how bad abortion is….I think I stopped breathing.
I had to go to the supermarket after and buy comfort food.
In other news, there’s just a couple more days of Not Buying Things. I have failed once with the tea, once with putting some money down to buy Singstar 90s when it comes out on August 10th and once to buy a plushie Totoro pencil holder for my desk at work.
I am pleased with my overall success in Not Buying Things, although it has been hard. My bank account is looking very healthy now.
The urge to buy things is still with me though. I went into Glassons the other day and nearly bought jeans and two tops. I forced myself to walk out again and afterwards realised that I don’t need new jeans or new tops. I just wanted them because they were new.
PoF: warm Sunday
CO: sore throat