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Monday, May 01, 2006

Author: Praesepe (timhoeder@go.com)

American Beauty is the greatest movie ever made.

If you haven't already, watch American Beauty by yourself and give yourself some time afterwards to think it over. You will never, ever look at life the same way. It does exactly what movies are meant to do - give us a window into ourselves, and American Beauty does that better than any other film has ever done. No word of dialogue is unnecessary, no character exaggerated, everything is perfect...but if you have seen American Beauty you should know that already. Once you look closer at this movie, and see Beauty in every frame, it becomes so much easier to look closer and see Beauty in everything around you. You think I'm waxing poetic? Then you must not have seen the movie. Every character is a part of each of us: the Lester Burnham of change, the Carolyn of uncertainty and failure, the rebellion of Jane, the defeated Barbara, the false control of Angela and the Colonel, and the real control of Ricky. To me Ricky, not Lester, is the center of this story; he somehow controls or sets in motion the heart of Lester's rebirth and downfall. There are several parts of this movie where I lose control every time I see it, and none more so than the paper bag scene. To me that scene is simply the greatest monologue ever written.

I listened to the message of American Beauty - look closely and you can find Beauty in anything - and it changed my life. I rose out of a long, deep depression and started out into the world. Sometimes there is so much Beauty in the world, I can't even stand it, and it feels like my heart is going to burst.

This is the most beautiful movie I have ever seen.


Well I couldn't agree with that review of American Beauty any more. He summed it up perfectly...

Critics have referred to American Beauty, a film directed by Sam Mendes, as one of the most highly influential movies created within the past decade.  The film about the twisted lives of those living the American dream captivated audiences and was nominated for eight Academy Awards, winning five including “Best Picture.”  The story is about the Burnham family, narrated by Lester Burnham (Kevin Spacey), which consists of his wife, Carolyn, and teenage daughter, Jane.  Their family is the epitome of dysfunctional, with Lestor’s adulterous wife’s fixation on appearing perfect, to his lust for his 18-year old daughter’s flirtatious friend, Angela.  Sam Mendes takes the viewer through a riveting journey of deception, liberation, love, beauty, life, and self-actualization.  American Beauty investigates society’s perception of the American dream and the realities of those who live it through the eyes of several characters within the story.   Lester, the main character, is a middle-aged, upper-middle class man who works a regular nine-to-five job in a cubicle in an office.  He resides in a white, two-story house with a picket fence inside a picturesque, tree-lined neighborhood.  In one scene where Lester is making phone calls in the office, data on the computer screen is lined up to look like prison bars which imprison the reflection of Lester’s face on the screen.  This scene establishes the fact that Lester is a prisoner of society, forced to strive to appear as normal as possible.  He discovers his lack of freedom and happiness, and for the rest of the movie he searches for it.  He develops a sick fixation on his teenage daughter’s best friend, Angela, constantly fantasizing about her naked body surrounded by red rose petals.  After overhearing Angela telling his daughter, Jane, that she would “totally fuck him” if he worked out a little bit, Lester begins to work out obsessively.  And it is when he meets and smokes a joint with Ricky Fitts, teenage neighbor who moves in next door, that Lester realizes that in order to find happiness, he must rebel from society.  Losing his job, blackmailing his company, telling off his wife, getting a job at the local fast food joint, and buying $2,000 sacks of marijuana are some of the rebellious behavior he exhibits.  His main goal continues to be seducing Angela, which he believes will bring him complete satisfaction.  And it is not until the end of the movie when he has Angela on her back ready to do the deed, when he realizes that having sex with her will not bring him happiness.  The epiphany just comes to him like a bolt of lightning, and he understands that Angela objectifies his idea of “happiness” and “beauty.”  Lester realizes that he doesn’t have to have Angela to feel happiness or appreciate the beauty in life.  Angela is a symbol for the life that Lester had been living; perfect on the outside but imperfect inside.  In one of the final scenes, Angela asks Lester, “How are you?”  He looks at her, and with phenomenal acting, Kevin Spacey delivers the most satisfied line in the movie:  “I’m great.  I’m great.”  After everything Lester has done to achieve happiness and freedom, he discovers that the path to happiness is not found through rebelliousness, and that there actually is no path at all.  In order to feel happy, Lester realizes that it’s the simplest thing in the world:  just feel happy, and appreciate every moment in life.  By wasting his days rebelling, jogging, and working out in his garage in order to attain the anticlimactic scene with Angela, he wastes appreciating those moments in his life with the people he loves most—his family.  He then sits down in a chair, smiling at a family picture, knowing how simple it will be to be happy, and is shot in the back of the head.  Throughout American Beauty, several characters undergo similar changes, including one whose lies to himself and the rest of the world ends up driving him to murder Lester at the end of the film.  Carolyn embarks on a journey to find the love and passion she believes her marriage lacks, only to discover its existence within her marriage when it’s too late.  Jane struggles to feel beautiful, especially with her best friend, Angela, bragging about her appearance and her modeling aspirations.  When she begins a relationship with Ricky, the only character in the movie who understands the concept of beauty and happiness, she begins to see herself beautiful person and loses her self-consciousness.  While receiving outstanding reviews, there are many people who violently dislike American Beauty.  Usually, these people do not understand the film.  The last words spoken in the film by Lester sum up the entire movie:
“…it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain.  And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday.”

I love it!


Saturday, April 08, 2006

1. What's your opinion on sex without emotional commitment?
it's something to avoid...

2. What is your favorite Christmas/winter movie?
damn i love all christmas movies!

3. Are you a jealous person?
not really

4. What are you allergic to?
nothing

5. What books, if any, have made you cry?
the time traveler's wife inspired a tear

6. Does it annoy you when someone says they'll call but never do?
yes

8. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
vanilla

9. If someone you had no interest in dating expressed interest what would you do/say?
run away from them really fast

10. What would you rather be doing right now?
driving somewhere

11. What song lyric, if any, is stuck in your head at the moment?
Sitting, smoking, feeling high, and in this moment it feels so right- dave matthews tickets go on sale today!!!

12. Do you enjoy giving hugs?
sure why not

13. What do you think of Angelina Jolie being pregnant?
i don't really care

14. What character from a movie most reminds you of yourself?
i don't know... someone once said sam from garden state but i don't know

15. Do you sleep on your side, tummy, or back?
side

16. Would you ever sky dive?
no i'm a little too afraid of heights for that

17. What do you tell yourself when times get hard?
things will be okay

18. What did you dress up as for your first Halloween?
i dunno

19. What's your favorite TV show, now or in the past?
america's next top model!!!!  

20. Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex?
usually i get along with guys better because most girls are boring

21. Can others make you cry easily?
some people

22. Who was the last person to piss you off?
my mom

23. Are you picky about spelling and grammar?
a little

24. Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages?
most of the time, no

25. If you could be any type of fruit what would you be?
i'd be a pineapple because... i like pineapple

26. Were you a "planned" child?
apparently not

27. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
i'm not going to count

28. What was the last thing to scare you?
i don't know

29. How many hours of sleep do you need to function?
like 2 or 20, depending on my mood

30. What is your mothers hometown?
tokyo yah bitches

31. What is your favorite alcoholic drink?
strawberry dairuiries (fuck spelling that), pina coladas, corona with lime, yep

32. When was the last time you slept on the floor?
a damn long time ago, i avoid that at all costs

33. Have you ever been attracted to someone physically unattractive?
well if i was how would i know they were unattractive??

34. What personality trait is a must-have in the opposite sex?
uniqueness

35. Do you enjoy traveling via airplanes?
not really but it's better than other methods of transportation

36. Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos?
probably not

37. Have you ever dated someone out of your race?
i hate this question cause i'm not one definite race :(

38. Can you skip rocks?
if i try i'm sure i could get one or two to skip

39. Do you believe that the guy should pay on the first date?
yeahhhhhh boy

40. Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?
no

41. Which do you make: wishes or plans?
wishes

42. Can you speak any languages other than English?
un peu francais

43. What is your favorite salad dressing?
ranch or caeser

44. What movies do you know every line to?
american beauty, zoolander, uhh that's it?

45. Have you ever dated one of your best friends?
no

46. Has anyone told you a secret this week?
he tried but i already knew

47. When was the last time someone hit on you?
i dunno

48. Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture?
both

49. Do you wear flip-flops even when its cold outside?
guilty

50. If you could eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?
fondue

51. What makeup do you wear on a daily basis?
chapstick haha

52. How many siblings do you have, and where are you in the rank?
1 little brother, i'm the oldest!!!

53. Have you ever ditched school?
yes indeed

54. What's the sweetest thing you've ever done for someone?
flew all over the country for him... ev, you know that was sweet of me... i went to portland, ft. lauderdale, seattle, and dallas... ummm damn?  

55. When was your last road trip?
i don't think i've ever been on a real road trip


Wednesday, April 05, 2006

(Sigh)... I won't say.

 


Wednesday, March 22, 2006

I can't even begin to explain how much I miss those days when I had absolutely no life.

I woke up at 4:30am, swam a few miles at practice, went directly to school, then directly back to practice, swam a few miles, ran a couple miles, came back exhausted around 8, and then I did my homework and went to bed by 10 so I could restart the cycle.

I miss traveling all over the country for swim meets.

I miss not worrying about anything except for swimming, school, and friends.

Everyone has to grow up eventually and learn to live an actual life, but as it typically goes:  Ignorance is bliss.  It was amazing not knowing how hopeless life can really be.  I think that's what happens after you no longer have tangible dreams, and you know you're stuck in this routine of becoming disapointed.


Saturday, March 11, 2006

    All night the cicadas and the tree frogs of my childhood pulsed their electric curtain of sound and the night light made her skin look like beeswax, her bone hands flailing in supplication, clutching at the glass of water I held to her crusted lips.  Now it is dawn.  Mama's window looks out over the east.  I sit in the white chair, by the window, facing the bed, but not looking, not looking at Mama so effaced in her big bed, not looking at the pill bottles and the spoons and the glasses and the IV pole with the bag hanging obese with fluid and the blinking red LED display and the bed pan and the little kidney-shaped receptacle for vomit and the box of latex gloves and the trash can with the BIOHAZARD warning label full of bloody syringes.  I am looking out the window, toward the east.  A few birds are singing.  I can hear the doves that live in the wisteria waking up.  The world is gray.  Slowly color leaks into it, not rosy-fingered but like a slowly spreading stain of blood orange, one moment lingering at the horizon and then flooding the garden and then golden light, and then a blue sky, and then all the colors vibrant in their assigned places, the trumpet vines, the roses, the white salvia, the marigolds, all shimmering in the new morning dew like glass.  The silver birches at the edges of the woods dangle like white strings suspended from the sky.  A crow flies across the grass.  Its shadow flies under it, and meets it as it lands under the window and caws, once.  Light finds the window, and creates my hands, my body heavy in Mama's white chair.  The sun is up.
    I close my eyes.  The air conditioner purrs.  I'm cold, and I get up and walk to the other window, and turn it off.  Now the room is silent.  I walk to the bed.  Mama is still.  The laborious breathing that has haunted my dreams has stopped.  Her mouth is open slightly and her eyebrows are raised as though in surprise, although her eyes are closed; she could be singing.  I kneel by the bed, I pull back the covers and lay my ear across her heart.  Her skin is warm.  Nothing.  No heart beats, no blood moves, no breath inflates the sails of her lungs.  Silence.
    I gather up her reeking, wasted body into my arms, and she is perfect, she is my own perfect beautiful Mama again, for just a moment, even as her bones jut against my breasts and her head lolls, even as her cancer-laden belly mimics fecundity she rises up in memory shining, laughing, released:  free.
    Footsteps in the hall.  The door opens and Etta's voice.
    "Clare?  Oh--"
    I lower Mama back to the pillows, smooth her nightgown, her hair.
    "She's gone."
----------------
    I take all of those papers and put them aside without reading any more.  In another drawer I find more recent poems.  And then I find a poem addressed to me:

The Garden Under Snow
for clare
    now the garden is under snow
    a blank page our footprints write on
    clare who was never mine
    but always belonged to herself
    Sleeping Beauty
    a crystalline blanket
    she waits
    this is her spring
    this is her sleeping/awakening
    she is waiting
    everything is waiting
    for a kiss
    the improbable shapes of tubers roots
    I never thought
    my baby
    her almost face
    a garden, waiting.

----------------
    Clare is sitting on the floor in front of her mother's desk surrounded by white and yellow papers.  The desk lamp throws a pool of light around her, but her face is in shadow; her hair a flaming copper aura.  She looks up at me, holds out a piece of paper, and says, "Look, Henry, she wrote me a poem."  As I sit beside Clare and read the poem I forgive Lucille, a little, for her colossal selfishness and her monstrous dying, and I look up at Clare.  "It's beautiful," I say, and she nods, satisfied, for a moment, that her mother really did love her.  The poem Clare holds is evidence, immutable, undeniable, a snapshot of an emotion.  I look around at the pools of paper on the floor and I am relieved that something in this mess has risen to the surface to be Clare's lifeboat.
    "She wrote me a poem," Clare says, again, in wonder.  Tears are streaking down her cheeks.  I put my arms around her, and she's back, my wife, Clare, safe and sound, on the shore at last after the shipwreck, weeping like a little girl whose mother is waving to her from the deck of the foundering boat.

-From The Time Traveler's Wife

That book is amazing in case you couldn't tell.  I recommend it.
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