Movies..and other stuff

In the spirit of staying home and resting, I watched some fabulous movies this weekend. Friday I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, again. What a great fucking movie! I can't even handle it. It's so sad. It made me think that some elements of my own life have been 'erased', only without the help of some hysterical medical procedure. It's so funny how things go bad and you say you wish you could forget you ever knew someone and this movie shows what would really happen if you could. And how maybe you wouldn't really want to. I don't know, something about it just continues to get deeper and deeper to me.

Then I watched Brokeback Mountain, again. Another great movie. I can't even stand how tortured Heath Ledger is. Simply fantastic.

Followed by my all-time favorite, Fatal Attraction. I don't even think I need to say more. I really outdid myself on the movies thisweekend.

Lest me not forget that last weekend I finally watched Blood Diamond. Another quality movie to which I can honestly say I never want a diamond for the rest of my life. I don't even like jewelry to begin with. But if I ever were to get engaged, I would settle for a cubic zirconia or moisanite. I wouldn't even know the difference, trust me. Diamonds-they are just not worth it. I don't want that on my hands. Let me also add that Leonardo DiCaprio is aging quite well. He's finally a man, and I like it!

I leave with this. Imagine me saying this in the key of Sophia on the Golden Girls "Picture it: Brooklyn 2007"...you get a save the date to perhaps the dumbest wedding of the year. The save the date is none other than a replica of Bob Dylan's Freewheelin Album, except that Bob Dylan and his lady pal have been photoshopped out and replaced with the faces of the soon to be bride and groom. And then all the tracks on this false "CD" have been replaced to somehow incorporate the bride and groom. If you don't know what album I'm talking about, look it up and you will realize you know it. It's the one of a young Bob Dylan and a lady walking down some New York street arm and arm. Can we all smile and say "Cheese-ey". Now I ask, is this invitation about the couple or their sick obsession with Bob Dylan? Really says a lot.