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November 2008 
July 29
Posted on Aug 5th, 2008
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Brondu
Brondu
Has anyone seen the 2001 film Sweet November? It's with Charlize Theron. She plays a strange lady who cuts all her relationships off at a thirty day marker because she has one of those fatal illnesses that leaves her looking and seeming totally healthy. It also stars Keanu Reeves. The movie got horribly reviewed, for reasons that become evident. The catch-word thrown out, a word that must have been symbiotically transmitted from one reviewer to another, so pervasive was its use, was 'cloying'. Yes, cloying. This movie was as unanimously disclaimed as 'cloying' as American Dream is being disclaimed as 'packaged'. So? I didn't mind. It was my first opportunity of July 29 to ponder the one, Charlize.
When I think about Charlize, I tend not to turn inward. Intro-, the way of my spection, is not. It's Charlize I'm interested in. And perhaps, subsidiarily, what about me is so h-bent on uniting with the whatever about her.
That's right! Unity!
Moving on: the second movie I watched was Monster. At first glance, you might see how watching a movie like Sweet November first was a bad idea. But at second glance, when you note the 12 beer I consumed while watching Sweet November, you are stuggling to calculate just how bad a decision it could've possibly been. Way bad. I'm one of those fellows that often chooses not to refrain from getting wildly identified and involved with the images and audios that come my way during a narrative unfolding motion-picture style. And 12 beer, if anything, exacerbates that tendency like a genie is exaggerated by lamp-rubbing. Hoky F, we are talking. But in the end, how enjoyable was it? So much so. Monster is truly an amazing movie.
After a brief interval of Drum-Circling it up, I decided to stick emotional dynamite into my most emotional place, and go for the emotional kill with Cider House Rules. (Another Theron flick, of course.)
Yep. Boom!
When I think about Charlize, I tend not to turn inward. Intro-, the way of my spection, is not. It's Charlize I'm interested in. And perhaps, subsidiarily, what about me is so h-bent on uniting with the whatever about her.
That's right! Unity!
Moving on: the second movie I watched was Monster. At first glance, you might see how watching a movie like Sweet November first was a bad idea. But at second glance, when you note the 12 beer I consumed while watching Sweet November, you are stuggling to calculate just how bad a decision it could've possibly been. Way bad. I'm one of those fellows that often chooses not to refrain from getting wildly identified and involved with the images and audios that come my way during a narrative unfolding motion-picture style. And 12 beer, if anything, exacerbates that tendency like a genie is exaggerated by lamp-rubbing. Hoky F, we are talking. But in the end, how enjoyable was it? So much so. Monster is truly an amazing movie.
After a brief interval of Drum-Circling it up, I decided to stick emotional dynamite into my most emotional place, and go for the emotional kill with Cider House Rules. (Another Theron flick, of course.)
Yep. Boom!
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