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Aug. 17th, 2013 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
promenySo I watched Requiem for a Dream last night, while drinking two beers.
My brother told me years ago that it is a very disturbing movie, where it will make you cry and stay up for hours awake in your bed.
But boy, did I laugh. I didn't feel sad at all. Most of the people in the movies got what they deserved. The only person who I felt significantly bad for was the black guy who gets sent to prison in this hick state, because he wasn't a bad guy at heart; just a drug dealing loser. The main male character was a douche but it did suck that he lost his arm. I thought that his mother going crazy on amphetamines was hilarious but I at least kept in mind that she didn't try to do that to herself, and at least tried to stop it at one point. I didn't even feel a tinge bit bad for the young female character; she was still relatively well off in comparison to the other three and was still fucking pampered. Not only that, everything she did was all her fault. True, that was also how it was with the others, but she was just a spoiled whore. The only consolation I got from that was that within ten years or so she'd be in a similar state as the older woman. Probably worse, because at least the older woman didn't intentionally fuck herself up.
So yeah. Hilarious movie, a little sad but not that much, and it made me think about the kind of person that I am. A person who is slightly dead inside, and definitely morbid. But a good movie, for sure.
We got a new roommate. He couldn't sign the lease today, but he will soon. He seems like an alright guy.
I see someone for coffee and philosophy today; hopefully that will go well.
My brother told me years ago that it is a very disturbing movie, where it will make you cry and stay up for hours awake in your bed.
But boy, did I laugh. I didn't feel sad at all. Most of the people in the movies got what they deserved. The only person who I felt significantly bad for was the black guy who gets sent to prison in this hick state, because he wasn't a bad guy at heart; just a drug dealing loser. The main male character was a douche but it did suck that he lost his arm. I thought that his mother going crazy on amphetamines was hilarious but I at least kept in mind that she didn't try to do that to herself, and at least tried to stop it at one point. I didn't even feel a tinge bit bad for the young female character; she was still relatively well off in comparison to the other three and was still fucking pampered. Not only that, everything she did was all her fault. True, that was also how it was with the others, but she was just a spoiled whore. The only consolation I got from that was that within ten years or so she'd be in a similar state as the older woman. Probably worse, because at least the older woman didn't intentionally fuck herself up.
So yeah. Hilarious movie, a little sad but not that much, and it made me think about the kind of person that I am. A person who is slightly dead inside, and definitely morbid. But a good movie, for sure.
We got a new roommate. He couldn't sign the lease today, but he will soon. He seems like an alright guy.
I see someone for coffee and philosophy today; hopefully that will go well.
