I find myself awake and restless at 1AM on November 1st, which means...first entry of this year's NaBloPoMo! Are you totally psyched? I am!
Marion and I had dinner tonight, and then we went to see Changeling. It was a toss-up between that at Zack and Miri Make a Porno (I don't care what the new commercials say! That's the title of the movie and I'm sticking to it!), but Changeling started first and since it was Halloween we thought it would be fitting to see something creepy.
So...Changeling. Yeah. Lots to say about that movie, but I don't know where to start exactly. Marion and I talked about how there are a couple of scenes which really make you suffer (on purpose), which we liked - Clint Eastwood didn't back off stuff which could have made the audience uncomfortable, like a particularly graphic death in the last half of the movie. It was like he didn't want to necessarily make a point about what he was examining, but he did want to bring the issue to the table, give the viewer the facts, and force at least an examination, if not analysis. I can respect that. Angelina Jolie really chewed the scenery, which was distracting. There were a lot of really tight shots of her face as she looks into harsh light while a single tear slides down her cheek. And there was one secondary character whose Irish accent kept inexplicably fading in and out, sometimes in the middle of a scene, which was really distracting. Our main complaint was that the movie was almost 3 damn hours long and you really feel every minute of it. It just goes on for fucking ever. And for most of that time (a good two thirds of it), the viewer is supposed to be in a state of emotional climax. It's just too long a period to sustain that kind of feeling, so we kind of got inured to the action, which, you know...is not the point. I'm undecided on what grade I'd give it...I'm hovering between a B and a B-.
In other news, I've been practicing harmonizing with Weezer songs in the car and I think I'm pretty good at it now. I sing in the car all the time and nobody notices, but somehow today every time a Weezer song came on I'd look over and someone would be staring at me. AH! One of their songs is stuck in my head right now.
I have to get up earlier than I'd like to tomorrow (later today) so I can meet with the other kids in my Economics group. We have a project due at the end of the month. I'm the team leader, which means I have to show initiative and leadership, which shouldn't be too hard since I'm pretty sure I'm about 4 years older than my partners. I just hope they don't dick around too much, since I will be doing plenty of dicking around myself. I hope I can intimidate them enough tomorrow that they'll do what I tell them to without too much whingeing. After I leave the meeting I plan on getting a manicure, to reward myself for working hard on my midterms and finishing my Econ paper last night without too much ado, and then I need to come home and read a bunch of David Copperfield (since I'm behind our reading schedule by more than a few chapters). However, just thinking about dealing with my partners tomorrow is making me tired now, and the margarita I had with dinner has passed through my system and is giving me a dehydration headache. Bedtime.
I am a participant in NaBloPoMo 2008. Post every day in November. That's all you have to do.