Strange, I believe the word to describe it would be. The Sundance Film Festival is full of cleverly written movies and future Academy nominees. The Sundance Channel contains none. It just has reject movies that are usually about mothers hooking up witheir children. That or small Asian children suffocating each other to death. I don’t usually hate on something this much but in this case…fail.
Tonight I sat with my dad and fake uncle and watched part of Savage Grace until it became extremely akward. The movie was about a woman basically becoming sexually attracted to her son when her husband began ignoring the son. Julianne Moore was the mother and other unknown actors played. So we three sat and watched this movie, we watched the son give her a bath and kiss her all neck. Nothing bad about that nothing at all, but them the worst came. We ended up changing the channel when the mom should her hand down the son’s pants and the hiked up her skirt and sat on top of him. After we all threw up, the channel change took us to the classic tale of Zoolander.
I personally could not believe that Julianne Moore, the highly noted ginger actress who is considered one if the most beautiful and talented actresses of out time, was in a movie where she felt the need to hump her son. Sundance Channel changes how I look at people, I can’t look at her the same way again ‘tis impossible. But from this experience I now understand the line ” there’s more to people than just being really really ridiculously good looking.”
He walks hunched over. Like a schoolboy afraid someone will see his glasses when he shows his face. His back is always turned towards the class, because he still has that fear.
His hair is brown, but it shines like gold. It appears to be thinning but it’s quite full. It’s full of callacs and waves like the tides down on South Beach. The tide stops at the front of his head where they curve upward because hair gel tells them to.
His hands are big and rough. Cuticles are non-existent as if they’ve been picked down to the bone. On his left hand it’s worse. He bites his nails on that hand. None of them are even; they’re all at different heights and thickness. He chews on them when his wife calls and when he’s reading a paper that’s going to be a F.
But his eyes are the best. They’re bloodshot with dark circles underneath. They’re black holes; one look and you can’t look away. And in the center of the madness two robin eggs sit, waiting to be hatched.
With enough tears to fill Loch Ness I watched the Olympic closing ceremony last night. Only an hour before I watched the USA vs. Canada hockey match where there were no miracles on the ice. USA lost 12 minutes into overtime when Cry-Baby-Crosby took a shot and Miller just happened to be in the splits and between his legs the puck hugged the net.
I don’t have a witty story for this note just that the Olympics make me want to get serious about archery or shooting. They also make me hate suburbia even more.