A Non-Newtonian Fluid (maddening) wrote,
A Non-Newtonian Fluid
maddening

Usually, the impact of a movie is diminished if you've seen it before. You know where it's going. You know what's going to happen.
That's a generally valid rule of thumb.
And that's why I hate it when people run off at the mouth about a movie I haven't seen.
It chops out a good chunk of the enjoyment of any movie for me. I want to be left totally in the dark before a movie. The joy of discovery is such an enormous part of what makes a movie *good*. Why the hell would you want to know what happened before you even see it?
So it makes me crazy that so many people feel the need to regurgitate scenes and plots for things they KNOW you haven't seen.
I don't WANT YOU to just tell me this little bit. I don't care if you think it's central to the plot or not. Just believe me when I say that you're ruining it for me.
That's why I avoid trailers and reviews... it kills the moment when I recognize a scene in a movie I've never seen before.

HOWEVER... all that said... there are exceptions. There are a few movies that I can, apparently, watch over and over and that joy and wonder and intrigue is never lost. American Beauty is one of them. Certain bits of that movie never fail to move me. They always leave me in tears.
ANd now I know that Donnie Darko is another one of those movies.
First of all, the whole movie I'm leaned forward, leaned in. It's just so gorgeous, every second of it, that I want to touch it.
It's like I said to Karl while at De La Guarda... I want my eyes to be bigger. I want to be able to see more. All of it.
Besides being horribly involved in every scene of a movie I've already seen twice in the last year (something that just doesn't happen for me), I'm moved and touched and awed by things I ALREADY KNOW the outcome of.
I laugh in places where I already know the joke. I grin in places where I already know the irony and the connection.

And these things about me. The fact that I'm gushing like this... that I'm EXCITED about this movie that I've seen several times and just watched on a hum drum night, alone in my room, nothing else special going on... not even a stellar day...
The way that I can become this enthralled by the smallest of things... that's what not enough people love about me.
(and if you know me... you know that that's a bizarre statement for me)
Not enough people appreciate the way I turn into a 5 year old when confronted by something beautiful.
More often than not... it's sort of derided.
But I love it about me. I really do. It's one of those things that I think makes me really gaddamned interesting and unique and unsullied in the strangest way.

I was telling Karl that there's a difference between being jaded by what the world is and being jaded by what the world isn't. It's a wierd, weaving line.. but it's there. And you can just *tell* which side of it you're on.

If you've never seen this movie, I highly reccomend it. Movies so often dissapoint me. And this one doesn't have a single dissapointing moment.
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