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i am: 40...a capricorn / moon in pisces / libra rising...an old soul with a young spirit...older than i look...contemplating my 3rd tattoo...NOT a web designer...a lesbian...working things out with the g.f....a native iowan...a graduate of cornell college and ohio state...a critical reader and thinker...really rather shy...agnostic...an ardent feminist...a bleeding-heart liberal...a pacifist...and so not your average white grrl...
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March 05, 2002
s and i left work early yesterday, had a late lunch at our fave mexican restaurant...shopped a bit (i scored the march issue of girlfriends magazine with me'shell on the cover and the the vibe history of hip hop, both from barnes and noble, and a couple of irresistible trinkets from world market)...and saw monster's ball. i had heard from a few different people that it was good...but i LOVE this film. halle berry has never been at the top of my list of favorite actors, but she is absolutely exquisite as leticia and fully deserves the "best actress" oscar for which she's nominated (even if she did renege on her decision to stay fully clothed after swordfish). billy bob thornton, as hank, is solid (no surprise). even p. diddy...oops, i mean SEAN COMBS...whom i come close to abhorring on a musical level, holds his own as lawrence. i was impressed.
i think that monster's ball will be, to me, what american beauty was a couple of years ago...the kind of movie i can watch again and again, tho it's a somewhat painful experience in that it evokes such a huge rush of emotion...causing my jaws and throat ache in the way that they do when i'm struggling hard to keep from just all-out sobbing.
just writing that makes me wonder why anyone would consider that a POSITIVE experience! i don't know...i guess my favorite films have always been those that reach me on an emotional level, that make me feel the pain the characters are feeling. there's a scene in monster's ball where leticia brutally chastises tyrell, her (overweight) son, for eating chocolate, which he has hidden in different spots throughout the house. meanwhile, she is chain-smoking and throwing back tiny bottles of jack daniels. they're both dealing with the pain of losing lawrence...for leticia, it's about losing her husband; for tyrell, losing his father...and that scene really got to me. i started thinking about the different ways in which people self-medicate to cope with their pain...whether it's with food, or cigarettes, or alcohol, or drugs, it's really all the same thing. i'm familiar....
i have to say, the film's ending surprised me. as totally "uncool" as this is to admit, i found myself wanting closure...a little resolution...instead of being left wondering how the story really ends. interestingly, i felt the same way about american beauty. but i guess, in hollywood, it's cool to leave us hanging, wanting more.
anyway...it is still a wonderful movie. GO see it.
3:44 PM
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