Monday, July 30, 2012

Moonrise Kingdom at the Abingdon Cinemall

Y'all, I have been watching so many movies.  And reading so many books.  I feel gluttonous.  Let's bullet point:
  • The Stranger by Albert Camus - blazed through this in 2 hours in the Abingdon Cinemall parking lot, straining my eyes in the dusk while I waited for Moonrise Kingdom to show.  The Stranger made me cry real tears in the first few pages, because it's honestly quite beautiful, and then kind of disgusting and then confusing and then REALLY BEAUTIFUL and then sad and then beautiful again.  During the first few chapters I felt that Camus was expressing something universal about the stream of consciousness and that such a concise picture of the inside of the head was remarkable in how un-gendered it was.  Then very shortly afterwards I was totally mystified by the characters' choices and had the feeling for the first time that this wasn't just words from inside A mind, this was words from inside a MAN'S mind specifically.  And I wondered to if that thought was reductive of some of the mystery of the character, saying "well, maybe men are just like that".  I might think of something to say with regards to my feeble understanding of existentialism but I'm not there yet.  Perhaps I ought to get to Sartre's commentary before I speak.
  • I have two distinct memories of going to that Cinemall: when my brother refused to go to our local historic movie theatre anymore because the speakers were so bad, and so we all went to Abingdon to watch the Star Wars re-releases, the ones with the doofy computer animation added.  Not worth it! Second, when I was sixteen or fifteen and I went with my geek-bestie N. to watch Underworld with a couple of dudes.  N. and I were really close, especially where fantasy and fiction and drama and characters were concerned.  I was approximately a billion times closer to other girls in high school than I got to any dudes.  Since I looked about twelve, the people at the counter checked my ID and would not let me in to see the R-rated movie.  The actually memorable thing about this is that N. let the dudes go on and watch the movie while she hung out with me in the really dim arcade area for two hours, even though she was totally old enough to go in and she was probably more pumped about the movie than I was.  We played DDR, which as of course you know, stands for "Dance Dance Revolution".
  • So I saw Moonrise Kingdom, and I had a surge of love for Edward Norton (It's Not Unusual).  And I also wished I had a love story like those twelve year olds, and I also thought Wes Anderson is obsessed with fox masks/foxes in bandit masks and I am OK with it.  I remember having all these thoughts about place and naming places (the two kids name a tiny cove for themselves) and myth and history while I was in the theater, but now I feel like Whatever, because I am at home.  The soundtrack was, as usual, lovely and quirky.  I missed the folksy-ness of Fantastic Mr. Fox though.  I love that sweet Buckeye Jim song.
  • Ripped through Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger (author of The Time Traveler's Wife) while I was at a festival (Floydfest!) and it was gripping, partly because Niffenegger is frank about how often people think about sex, as in, a lot.  However, I found the characters kind of less likable because they seemed to have no moral compass but just drifted in a stream of being skinny and indolent and then doing bad stuff for no reason.  Actually the subplot about the dude with OCD and his Dutch wife was the best part of the book, much better than the whole soap opera twins thing.  The "set" and "props" in the book were beautiful though, a London Cemetery and old, rare books.
  • Started Emma.  Charming alert!!!!  
  • FINALLY FINISHED EGO AND ARCHETYPE!  Guys, that book is so good.  So good.
  • Here's a picture of a waterfall - little oasis from another part of my summer, the camping blissful part.