Day 394: Turn Back Time
Dec. 2nd, 2006 05:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzSo...went down to St. George for the interview this morning.
Game was fun last night.
I got there half an hour early in deference to my own obsessive need to be on time, or obnoxiously early for things. I think I did all right in the interview. They mentioned maybe giving me only thirty hours a week, but I really would like to not go mind-numb with boredom. I was nervous and shaky coming out of the interview, though, so I decided to take myself to a movie. The Fountain, to be exact. Had no clue what it was about, but was curious, and well...I like Hugh Jackman. He's a good actor. I checked the movie times, took myself to lunch, hung out at home for bit, went to the movies.
Anyone else watch Neon Genesis Evangelion? It's like that. The End of Evangelion. I watched the movie, and I understood the sequence of events. It was a beautiful movie. I caught onto the repetition of images fairly quickly. It was a little bit slow. The music was lovely. But at the end, I had no idea what it was all for. It was like the End of Evangelion, where creation almost goes up in smoke, and it all ends on a dim beach, Shinji straddling Asuka, hands at her throat, arms trembling with tension, though from trying to strangle or from trying to not strangle her one cannot be sure, and all she can say to him is, "Pathetic. You're so pathetic." I understood the plot, I could explain the sequence of events. But my mind couldn't handle the lack of reason for it all. I mean, I'm sure there was a reason, and there was a meaning, but it was clearly beyond me. The Fountain seemed to be going for some eastern ethic. The stillness and slowness and repetition of images was reminiscent of Kurosawa's "Rashomon" for some reason. Go figure. But I drifted out of the theatre in a confused, possibly insane haze.
Once the film ended, the credits rolled innocently, as if they were just there and had nothing to do with the mindfuck of images shown previously.
It's like the song at the end of Evangelion, "Turn Back Time." It's a lovely, sweet, pop-style song. How it relates to the previous sequence of images is incomprehensible, and compounds the madness that descends.
It's like Louis Black said, don't think about it too much.
"If it weren't for that horse, I never would have gone to college."
Really, don't think about it too much.
I reckoned I ought to turn on the End of Evangelion and call it good for the day. Maybe I just need a nap. Either way, my brain is broken.
Thanks for tuning in.
Farfarello is laughing.
Game was fun last night.
I got there half an hour early in deference to my own obsessive need to be on time, or obnoxiously early for things. I think I did all right in the interview. They mentioned maybe giving me only thirty hours a week, but I really would like to not go mind-numb with boredom. I was nervous and shaky coming out of the interview, though, so I decided to take myself to a movie. The Fountain, to be exact. Had no clue what it was about, but was curious, and well...I like Hugh Jackman. He's a good actor. I checked the movie times, took myself to lunch, hung out at home for bit, went to the movies.
Anyone else watch Neon Genesis Evangelion? It's like that. The End of Evangelion. I watched the movie, and I understood the sequence of events. It was a beautiful movie. I caught onto the repetition of images fairly quickly. It was a little bit slow. The music was lovely. But at the end, I had no idea what it was all for. It was like the End of Evangelion, where creation almost goes up in smoke, and it all ends on a dim beach, Shinji straddling Asuka, hands at her throat, arms trembling with tension, though from trying to strangle or from trying to not strangle her one cannot be sure, and all she can say to him is, "Pathetic. You're so pathetic." I understood the plot, I could explain the sequence of events. But my mind couldn't handle the lack of reason for it all. I mean, I'm sure there was a reason, and there was a meaning, but it was clearly beyond me. The Fountain seemed to be going for some eastern ethic. The stillness and slowness and repetition of images was reminiscent of Kurosawa's "Rashomon" for some reason. Go figure. But I drifted out of the theatre in a confused, possibly insane haze.
Once the film ended, the credits rolled innocently, as if they were just there and had nothing to do with the mindfuck of images shown previously.
It's like the song at the end of Evangelion, "Turn Back Time." It's a lovely, sweet, pop-style song. How it relates to the previous sequence of images is incomprehensible, and compounds the madness that descends.
It's like Louis Black said, don't think about it too much.
"If it weren't for that horse, I never would have gone to college."
Really, don't think about it too much.
I reckoned I ought to turn on the End of Evangelion and call it good for the day. Maybe I just need a nap. Either way, my brain is broken.
Thanks for tuning in.
Farfarello is laughing.
