beautiful people being sad
ages ago, i told myself that i was going to stop watching sad movies. i was on the couch, feeling sick, and Carlito's Way came on. i'd never seen it before, so i thought it might be a good thing to watch it, much in the same way that i like to watch Hitchcock movies and Day/Hudson movies.what a mistake. things do not go well for Carlito.
i cried. a lot. and felt so awful at the end of it that i vowed only to watch happy movies from then on in. i've done a pretty good job since then, but last night jim and i watched the latest incarnation of Casino Royale to prep ourselves for tonight's viewing of Quantum of Solace. it's gorgeously filmed and really, really well acted. the thing made me really really sad, which just threw into sharp focus the exact reason i don't like sad movies:
i hate seeing beautiful people suffer.
i know, i know, it sounds ridiculous. and it is. this might have everything to do with the time of the month (being a girl sucks about twelve times a year) and nothing to do with the fact that watching someone you think you might actually be able to get to know and like lose everything in twenty minutes. i don't know. i had horrible dreams about every pretty person i know suffering, dreams of general malaise and post-apocalytic existences where love meant nothing and no one could be depended on.
with that said, i'm not looking forward to Quantum of Solace. i am, however, looking forward to seeing my pal Dan.
i'm not going to say anything about the fact that Daniel Craig is likely the most delicious male specimen to cross the celluloid radar screen in quite some time. well, maybe i'll say just a little bit. heh.
