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Friday, July 07, 2006

 

Where's your head, man?! OH, in your hand.

I went to watch The Chumscrubber on Wednesday, at the only place that they're showing it in Melbourne - good 'ol C*n*m* N*v*. I dragged Leanne along with me. I made her promise, way, way, way before the school holidays, that she had to watch it with me and so when I sprung with the idea she had no choice - poor girl. But she didn't regret it I'm sure, because we spent the whole of gelato time at Lygon street after the movie talking about SPOILER and how SPOILER we hated that character SPOILER who was so damn SPOILER and that actress from The SPOILER and that actor from SPOILERSPOILERSPOILERSPOILER.

Hey, I get it man, people hate spoilers, right? So i'm 'spoiler-tagging' it for you. You can thank me later.

It is a great movie. It's in the same vein as Donnie Darko and Desperate Housewives and American Beauty, so if you're into that sort of thing (I wouldn't know, I haven't watched any of the above mentioned) you'll definitely like it.

I thought of writing up a lengthy review but then I realise that people won't give a shit, so I'm just focusing on one special, special moment.

It was when Run by Snow Patrol started playing in the scene when Billy the bully is punching his punching bag and then flicks his switchknife and ninja-stars it across the room and into the wall, missing Lee's head by an inch. I almost vomitted with joy when I heard that song. That song, my friends, is a gem, introduced to me by dear Quanmin. I always imagined the song to be perfect for a scene in a high school locker area when people from the Sheriff's department come charging in and arrest a girl because of a tip-off by her good friend who may or may not be in love with her. (And no, I haven't been watching too much Veronica Mars.) But now the scene that plays in my head whenever that gem of a song is played is replaced by that amazing Billy scene. As Keanu Reeves would say, "WHOA".

The Chumscrubber left me with a feeling of emptiness as I left the cinema, and that is my benchmark for how good a film is - how completely, utterly, emotionally drained it leaves me. I think the last time I felt similar to the way I felt was when I watched Deep Impact, which isn't really an intellectual or even remotely intelligent movie, but I was what, ten? I think even watching some fluffy children's cartoon like Ice Age or Monsters Inc or E.T would have left me sobbing and drowning in my own snot - oh shit. I just gave my most embarassing secret away. Oh wait no - my deepest, deepest darkest secret of how I secretly love the teletubbies, and how I have a secret crush on Tinky-Winky is still safe. Phew.

Maybe the emptiness that filled me (har har, 'emptiness' that 'fills'? Ironic, get it? Geddit??) had more to do with having the delightful visual presence of Justin Chatwin taken away from me. I mean, in that Run scene alone all I could think about was how his pretty pretty eyes looked so amazing and how he had that pretty pretty nose and those pretty pretty kissable lips and how his pretty pretty hair looked so good; and how he took out his pretty pretty knife and flung it in a pretty pretty motion into the wall, nearly cutting notpretty notpretty Lee who promptly sprung at pretty pretty Billy and punched him, whereby they both fell into a pretty/notpretty ball yelling and biting at each other.

Yeah, that's probably it.

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