do you know the despair of never being able to watch a movie for the first time, again? maybe you watched brokeback mountain saturday afternoon, like i did. this plus the news friday night of my grandmother's death from a lingering battle against cancer made for a messed up weekend.
saturday afternoon and evening, spent some time with bob discussing and threshing out the more poignant parts of the movie, so i won't go at length talking about that here. what i will say is that Ang Lee has given me the kind of heartache that is reserved for adolescents in high school. odd moments during the day (And in the middle of parties), i'm thinking about the movie. . .
you can't watch a movie for the first time, more than once. so i do other things. have been listening to the score of Gustavo Santaolalla when i can, and reading more annie proulx short stories. when i told gica last xmas that her choice of giving me Bad Dirt was a jackpot choice, i didn't realize how prescient i was being at the time.
so i read wyoming stories with the Gustavo guitar score. take note of the silences between the notes . . .
also find myself groovin to country music tracks, who would have guessed. Willie Nelson in the house.
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tend to avoid reviews, the making of, specials, interviews about the movie unless the primary source is involved. maybe if heath is talking to Parkinson or if Jake is in the Actor's Studio. NPR Radio has a good piece on Gustavo in its archive. Not interested in Jay Leno / Entertainment Tonight bullshit. Much less movie reviews. Why? 'coz if someone gets it wrong, some dumbass comment, i just might hurl a brick at the tv set.
lookin forward to the 5th/morning of the 6th March, Oscar Awards. best film, best director, and best original score my bets
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