Movie #3 and my tendency to be judgmental
Feb. 23rd, 2006 06:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
billeylerIn our slow-but-sure quest to see "a good number" of Oscar-nominated flicks, last night we headed downtown and watched "Capote." There were 9 of us in the theatre for the 7:15 performance...obvious that those who wanted to see it mostly have.
Danny fell asleep half way through and started snoring, so I nudged him. Since there is no Replay button at the theatre, whatever![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
abqdan missed was lost forever. Two women not too far from us were noisy, to say the least. Danny's theatre experience was greatly deteriorated from that; I heard them munching and rustling with some whispers, but Danny, sitting one seat closer, said they were talking the whole time. And I'm sure he was just seething.
It's easy to understand why we don't really like going to the movies as quality time.
I did see that Dan Futterman wrote the screenplay for Capote...he's been a little heartthrob of mine since first seeing him in The Birdcage, then later in Judging Amy and Will and Grace. He plays 'innocent, trusting sweet-natured male' well, especially the gay kind, even though he's not gay (in theory).
My thoughts coming out of the movie? That America, particularly in the 1950s and 1960s was abysmally tobacco-saturated...EVERYONE smoked in Brokeback Mountain, EVERYONE smoked in Capote, several did in Transamerica. I know everyone did in Good Night and Good Luck, tho I haven't seen it yet. Never having been a smoker, but growing up in a house where both parents smoked, both my younger brothers did at one point (altho they switched years ago to Skoal, and my mother reverted to snuff 29 years ago)...I DON'T GET IT!
In my short walks around UNM Campus, I'm appalled by the number of 20ish people smoking as they go from class to class or just are wandering around. Even bicyclists smoke as they ride. I seeth if walking behind a smoker, and I can't step out of the way of their sludgy, choke-y fumes. I DON'T GET IT.
I can be judgmental, but this is the one thing that so riles me, that my opinion of someone drops by 50% if I find they are a smoker. I dropped my best friend at age 16 when I found he smoked (and lied about it). Nothing can convince me that someone starts this ridiculously sick drug habit because they really really really want to be a reeking, diseased pariah. But that must be it. Self-loathing. And I certainly don't feel sorry for them, "they" being the 40% of gay people that smoke and 25% of the rest of the population. I especially block out smokers who try to justify their addiction, or who talk about cures for aches and pains and illnesses, forgetting that they are smokers themselves...I don't have to be that tolerant.
Which feeds back to the 3 movies I've seen this year that have gotten major award nods for the past few months. They all outline and highlight our own self-hatred, and give some pretty solid emotional wrenches.
Man, I tell ya, it makes ya think...
Danny fell asleep half way through and started snoring, so I nudged him. Since there is no Replay button at the theatre, whatever
abqdan missed was lost forever. Two women not too far from us were noisy, to say the least. Danny's theatre experience was greatly deteriorated from that; I heard them munching and rustling with some whispers, but Danny, sitting one seat closer, said they were talking the whole time. And I'm sure he was just seething.It's easy to understand why we don't really like going to the movies as quality time.
I did see that Dan Futterman wrote the screenplay for Capote...he's been a little heartthrob of mine since first seeing him in The Birdcage, then later in Judging Amy and Will and Grace. He plays 'innocent, trusting sweet-natured male' well, especially the gay kind, even though he's not gay (in theory).
My thoughts coming out of the movie? That America, particularly in the 1950s and 1960s was abysmally tobacco-saturated...EVERYONE smoked in Brokeback Mountain, EVERYONE smoked in Capote, several did in Transamerica. I know everyone did in Good Night and Good Luck, tho I haven't seen it yet. Never having been a smoker, but growing up in a house where both parents smoked, both my younger brothers did at one point (altho they switched years ago to Skoal, and my mother reverted to snuff 29 years ago)...I DON'T GET IT!
In my short walks around UNM Campus, I'm appalled by the number of 20ish people smoking as they go from class to class or just are wandering around. Even bicyclists smoke as they ride. I seeth if walking behind a smoker, and I can't step out of the way of their sludgy, choke-y fumes. I DON'T GET IT.
I can be judgmental, but this is the one thing that so riles me, that my opinion of someone drops by 50% if I find they are a smoker. I dropped my best friend at age 16 when I found he smoked (and lied about it). Nothing can convince me that someone starts this ridiculously sick drug habit because they really really really want to be a reeking, diseased pariah. But that must be it. Self-loathing. And I certainly don't feel sorry for them, "they" being the 40% of gay people that smoke and 25% of the rest of the population. I especially block out smokers who try to justify their addiction, or who talk about cures for aches and pains and illnesses, forgetting that they are smokers themselves...I don't have to be that tolerant.
Which feeds back to the 3 movies I've seen this year that have gotten major award nods for the past few months. They all outline and highlight our own self-hatred, and give some pretty solid emotional wrenches.
Man, I tell ya, it makes ya think...
