Day 359: Mangled Mind

I didn't think it was possible to seriously trip without ingesting some sort of hallucinogen. Clearly I was wrong. I'll admit I'm a little weird, and that sometimes my tastes run against the grain as far as entertainment goes (video games, anime, RPG's), but this was enough to throw even me. Seirra, Del, and I stayed up fairly last night geeking it out and girling it out. That was all fine and dandy. I slept in till half past nine, and I swear I feel fine. Del and I watched "Bridget Jones' Diary" which I've never seen before, and that was all good. I helped Alex with Latin, and finally got around to unpacking my winter clothing. I finished the Old Curiosity Shop. Del was awesome and cooked eggies in a basket for the both of us. I decided that, since I'm supposed to start reading David Copperfield, I might save myself and watch the film first so I understood the plot, and then start the book like a good little student.

Surfing around on the internet and geeking it out like a bunch of girls, I came across the title of a film that involved three of my favorite hot male actors: Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Christian Bale, and Ewan McGregor (shirtless in leather pants, no less). I thought: "Why the hell not?" I think Schuldig's "hell yeah" should have sufficed. Del was kind enough to let me borrow her Hollywood Video card for the purpose of entertaining/educating myself. So I went along and asked for David Copperfield, and, on a very bad whim, Velvet Goldmine.

I can see your faces now.

I wonder why Jonathan Rhys Meyers always plays uncannily pretty boys who are utter bastards. He was actually sweet in M:I:iii. I liked him then, even though Declan is a bit of an unfortunate name in American circles. I thought it was interesting how the three male actors - a Scot, a Welshman, and an Irishman - all ended up playing Brits. It amused me to no end. It was a bit heartbreaking and nostalgic to hear Christian Bale with a really sweet, soft, scouse through-the-nose accent. Made me miss some of my cousins all of a sudden, for no good reason.

As soon as I saw Brian Slade in those costumes, and heard about the Ballad of Maxwell Demon, I thought of David Bowie. Glam rock didn't really make it in America, did it? I only clearly remember one glam rock band (not that I'm old enough to actually remember one) from childhood, such being Gary Glitter. Laugh now. Everyone else is doing it. The whole movie was an utter head trip. In some moments I was also reminded of Hedwig and the Angry Inch, due to the whole weird, semi music video quality of the entire thing. The whole opening bit with Oscar Wilde completely baffled me. I think I may have to watch it again and risk my sanity, just to try to understand it.

I came out of it with my mind mangled. Ewan McGregor certainly wasn't kidding. Wow. I'm not sure what to make of any of that, although I was sort of cheering for Arthur Stewart at the end. I was so happy for him, and I didn't know why.

I was surprised when I recognized Placebo as one of the bands providing music. After watching that whole Elvis thing on TV for mom one summer, I could also hear it when Jonathan Rhys Meyers was doing his own singing. Ewan McGregor can sing as well, which Del will dutifully testify to.

I knew there was a reason I hid from sparkles and glitter, although Del bequeathed me a very tart-like pink shirt that I must wear to school, at least once, because it will mess with people so bad. I just have to do it.

But my head is so broken. I'm not sure what I just saw. Of course, being the weird little Shinigami fangirl I am, I absolutely had to download the Ballad of Maxwell Demon. (If you don't get why this is, just ask - I'm always glad to prattle on about my weird fascinations and bizarre thought associations.)

I think I might deal with that Dickens now.