THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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It was wierd, cause we were all sitting on the couch together when we started watching it, and slowly moved apart throughout the course of the film, and by the end, there was one person left on the couch, and the other two of us were on opposite ends of the living room. None of us wanted to talk about it after it was over. Just silence. |
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I have no interest in seeing that portrayed on film -- no matter how 'devastating'. If I wanna know what it's like (from the victim's perspective/ which you never seem to get in the movies) there are plenty of people I know that I can ask. |
for me, it was the kind of movie that was so real that it made me slump down in my seat, cringing. it's only funny in that way that my coworkers and I sort of giggled when a bird flew into the newsroom, crashed against the wall, fell behind some file cabinets, and we could hear it, wounded and trying futilely to escape. it was horrible and we didn't know what else to do. we joked about whether we should just let it die there. (we didn't mean it, though, ok? a coworker performed a valiant, successful search-and-rescue mission.) it's about how horrible it would be to have sisters. about life in a society where people grieve for dead tamagotchis. I will never ever forget the opening scene. a plain jane is on a date with a fat redheaded guy. she tells him, "it's not me, it's YOU." he won't let her off without a scene. he yells at her about how worthless she is right there in the restaurant. I want to close my eyes, to not be there. it's the worst-case breakup scenario right there in the fucking restaurant, in the fucking theater. it's him not letting her get away without admitting that the reason is that he's a big ugly balding geek. later we have to watch a man announce his intent to divorce his wife of a zillion years. he wants his space or whatever. it's not about a pedophile. it's about everything. |
it's one of the best movies I've ever seen. |
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and not because of all the ejaculata. it's different to see victims of wrongdoings depicted as ordinary human beings. no one i know who has seen it has come away saying it was a movie about a pedophile. |
http://www.newyorkmag.com/Critics/view.asp?id=1722 (the last sentence: "Happiness is a brilliant, disturbing, but unstable and half-crazy piece of work.") anyone who cares about modern film should see it. whether or not you like it or think the subject matter is appropriately dealt with or whatever, I think it's an important film. what great movies have come out lately? I can't think of any others. |
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i had split screen images of "happiness"....."dave"........"oral sex"....."sodomy"........"meatmobiles"................baloney ponies....." i am indeed frightened........i am ..... kisses dave pssst.....dave......same time right?....jalapeno waffles again?????? |
Heh. |
Thumbs Up? Four Stars? How about Four Barfbags? |
I would like to see your picture, WB. I'm not being a smart ass, either. |
"Waffles, I'm gonna kick your ass if you say something like that again. Some of us have lives and if you can't grok that,then you can just get lost, bitch." no your not being a smart ass........and I am not being sarcastic......I REEAALLYY WWAANNTT TTOO BBEE YYOOUURR FRIEND!!! ever see that skit on Kids in the Hall, the guy who was tragically sarcastic, but it actually was a speech impediment that he was born with.....fucking hilarious what picture are you talkin of Dave, or just a picture in general? |
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ok, i forgot there was discussion, well since i am a musician and photographer, what should I call it? check your email |
You might as well call it what everyone else calls it. I just notice that every other word that comes out of an artists mouth is work and with musicians, it's play. Nothing yet. Advice: resist getting a Hotmail account. |
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And the one with all the guys around a campfire drinking beer and reminising about their dead friend who (we find out by the end) they snuck up on and killed together. And the little shy man who is a slave to tea. And the entire 'Steps' series, because I know exactly which Toronto coffee shop thats based on. And who could forget the delightfull Buddy Cole, gay bar owner extrordinaire. Aww fuckit, I love the whole god damn show. but I've never seen "happiness". I'm crushing your head |
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send me pics too, waffles |
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I guess that's that. Another disappointing hotmail experience. |
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Try and send them to *my* hotmail account. |
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rhiannon, dave.......check yer email for beaver shots |
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i miss cyst and her lanky legs already |
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I know I replied to you via email, but other people must know -- that second shot, of your wife from above, is *awesome*. You should find out a way to post it to the boards so everyone can see it. Unless she would mind, of course. |
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there's a Second Cup down around church+wellsely (excuse my spelling) with steps in the front, just like the show, and in the summer all the lovely lads sit out there and regard the passers by.....I have many fond memories of being there and my boyfriend at the time getting whistled and hooted at.....tee hee..... ooo...the GayDay parade is this weekend...how ironic...always so much fun.... (go here) http://www.kithfan.org/ |
And your message caused hotmail to threaten me ominously, saying my account was too large and if I didn't delete some messages, they would. Aaahhh, fuck hotmail. |
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sorry about hotmail. yeah they do suck and Margret, check yer email thanks for the kind words though Rhiannon |
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So long as no sex w/waterfowl is involved. |
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As for God's gender as a duck/I shall have to defer to Sheila on that one. |
thanks for the f-stop/shutter speed diagram. did I tell you that already? actually, thanks for saying you miss me. I'm doing the kept-woman routine here in paris but am leaving for seville on july 15. tomorrow I'll spend my second fourth of july here. maybe I'll eat at mcdonald's to celebrate. they know I'm american and fully cook my steaks at the regular restaurants anyway. |
Be sure to take lots of hot pix of you in Paris & post 'em for us! And inc. yr beau. |
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i must see duck fucking at least ten times a day, so any divinity it holds is long gone from my vision. |
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I really liked the last scene, where the sisters are eating dinner with their parents, and the father ignores the eldest daughter and won't let her pass the food to the others. I thought that was very insightful. Explain the word "grok" to me. I want to know the nuances of its definition. |
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"it's about the unending chain of desire, how everyone wants someone better-looking than themselves, but that person, of course, has their sights set a bit higher still. and how in the end no one gets what they want." That is more than mere movie commentary; that is real insight about life. |
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it's a made up word. read this. |
thank god. |
grok was the word of the day on March 30th on my peel off word of the day calendar. when i get to the office, i'll post how they define it, and there's also a neat little "Did you know?" thingie on the back about its origin. it's from a sci fi novel, if i recall. |
Sorry, it was thursday, march 29th. grok: to understand profoundly and intuitively "Are you a disgruntled baby boomer? One who just doesn't grok today's twentysomethings?" -Computer LIfe, October 1994 Did you know? --->> "Grok" may be the only English word that derives from Martian. Yes, we do mean the language of the planet Mars. No, we're not getting spacey; we've just ventured into the realm of science fiction. "Grok" was introduced in Rober A. Heinlein's 1961 science fiction novel Stranger in a Strange Land. The book's main character, Valentine Michael SMith, is a Martian-raised human who comes to Earth as an adult, bringing with him words from his native tongue and a unique perspective on the strange ways of Earthlings. "Grok" was quickly adopted by the youth culture of America, and it has since peppered the vernacular of those who grok it - from the hippies of the sixties to the computerniks of the new millennium. (note: i did not author the above garbage. it's from Merriam-Webster's 365 New Words Calendar * Workman Publishing) |