Well this is a brand new week and I’ve no idea if that means it’s a better one. I’d like to think so due to the fact I’ve no more vacuum cleaners to catch on fire.
My rent is late and I had been applying for online loans which fall short of what I need. Now many site have my critical information and I think it’s time to get a new identity. My next one shall be a bazillionaire.
In a way I think it’s a good thing to pass up the online loans and issues finding one local. Perhaps the one that I used to go to closing down is a good sign. Maybe being close to eviction is better than winding up in a horrible financial cycle that last time cost me $10,800.00. For that amount I could have paid off my student loan that haunts me. I could have bought a brand new car. I could have taken a cruise… hell, I could have bought a pair of socks at Sak’s.
I’m taking it all as a sign not to do the payday advance this time. I’m pleased that I called Vonage to see if I could pay on Friday (payday) or cancel my service tomorrow and restart it on Friday- and they’re giving me this month free to keep me as a customer. Are they really that bad of a service… or are they truly customer orientated? I’ve no idea, but it takes a sting out.
Also- if there’s no Dept of Ed or anyone else to nab my return… then YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! I’d actually get to enjoy it more than buying a new flame retardant vacuum cleaner!
I watched Atonement last night. I’m not going to write some huge review- I’ll merely state that I didn’t hate it. I will then add that I didn’t love it either.
I was supposed to watch a nosey girl who had a crush on guy possibly ten years her senior who, in a days’ time finally hooks up with her sister. Hurt feelings causes her to spread a rumor and then ultimately points the finger at him when a girl is molested. He’s a sexual deviant. He liked her sister instead of her, so he must be punished. He winds up in prison and then he is released to fight the war where the sister has become a nurse to help in the war. I call this film, “Epic Blank Stares”. It wasn’t traumatic, it was more “unfortunate”. The “love” story was an brief brush at passion and we’re supposed to think that they’re doing all they can to be together again. There was no chemistry. There was no depth. There was no believablity. The story generates of a girls guilt and accusation. Stuff happens. It happens regardless, and perhaps IF went in accordance to her perception- sucks to be her. Were other men in the war in a lesser relationship? No, they had years built with a spouse who they were torn from. Were other nurses placed in harms way there because of a teenage fling that was acted upon in impulse on an odd evening? Probably not, they problem had an entire clan waiting for their return at home or perhaps a true passionate love story that was built up so much so that they’d explode if they weren’t together and the one night they could be together, a bomb fell separating their embrace or something like that.
James McAvoy did a wonderful job portraying someone who truly was interested in the woman who felt no need to acknowledge him for the most part. Fighting for his life to get back to her and running into constant frustrations and dangers… while Keira Knightley showed no connection with the part, the characters or the film. Was she doing this as an obligation? The younger sister, played by Saoirse Ronan did a great job as well in portraying a smart young lady who is jealous of her sister that she loves, but more painfully so in love with the son of the housekeeper who sees her as just a child.
The film was perspective. It wasn’t as tragic as I thought it’d be. I guess the movie would be too sad though if the camera panned out the Keira in her mid-thirties becoming a grandmother as she struggled to pay her rent while her child was hooked up in a machine in the next room with her fire destroyed vacuum cleaner in the closet, typing on the computer to finish a blog about a tepid film so she can complete it to go to sleep so she could go to bed ALONE and wake up to sit in a noisy room to be barked at all day. No having a child struggle for their life and seeing them hooked up to a billion machines and being “touch and go”, no losing a myriad of friends and loved ones to illness, suicide, war, murder, accidents. No falling outs with people, etc. Leave a beautiful corpse, leave when love is still romantic and tragic- not a realistic and horrible break up to be chronically alone and when you’re not, you’re dating a string of freaks! I love my life, I wouldn’t change it for anything, I’m just trying to make a point- but please, after the film ended- the characters lives were assumed. Damn, I did it again. Seriously though, I’d rather die with a beautiful thought of a relationship with possibilities that gives you the fuel to move forward, than having a definite ending and nothing more to hold onto.
I recall when I *thought* had I had that tragic story brewing- and almost a decade of trying to get back to him and the things I survived through in order to make it back. I sat telling my tale on a warm summer day. The gentleman I was talking to was in tears and introduced himself as detective (yes, he was legit). The next thing I know I’m sitting in a detectives office as the sun shining through the window, hope was being carried on the breeze that gave the hot day a refreshing break. He was bent on helping the story move forward… a week later I got the news that the love of my life was wound up married and working at NASA and had a second kid on the way.
I AM NOT BITTER! Cinderella stories should end with a kiss to a new beginning that you’ll never see unfold, or it should end in death.
Seriously, I’m not. On that same coin, I didn’t feel compassion for them. They got off easy. They got to die with a strong love in their heart for someone as the relationship never had a chance to even begin. Who knows what would have happened should they truly have lived a normal length of time. And I just think I gave away the story for the most part… (like the Hamlet mention wasn’t a foreshadowing)
So much for not writing a huge review!
The next film up before the Oscars… No Country for Old Men. I have a feeling I won’t like it. Then again, I had a feeling I’d love Atonement. I’ve learned that I know NOTHING. I can now fall asleep.
