Today was a very boring Memorial Day for me. I haven't done anything productive except maybe this post--but that's debatable.
I watched White Oleander. I think I've seen it before, or parts of it, because I remembered the plot generally but was still "surprised" by the storyline. White Oleander is one of those movies that someone should tell you what you are getting into before you watch it. There should be a section on the DVD cover or a note in the Info on cable tv. "You shouldn't watch this movie if you have mother issues." "You shouldn't watch this film if you are intolerant of children being harmed." "You shouldn't watch this film if you are prone to depression." The film is a depressing one. It's a strange coming of age story intertwined with a intense depiction mother/daughter issues. Why did I watch the film then? Because it was on tv and something to do. None of my friends are in town and I need to do laundry. What else is there to do?
Really, it was just one of those days that I didn't feel like getting out and exploring on my own. So here I am, writing on my blog for the first time in months.
Monday, May 28, 2007
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Hey Taya, it's Phil. From Kenyon. I actually really really love this movie. It's only partially the plot. I think it's mostly the idea that it actually treats the problems of teenagers pretty seriously and manages to give Lohman's character a sort of fragile erratic agency throughout. Plus...well, if you come up hard you respect people who live hard lives. And it turns on its head the whole idea of how great our lives would be if we were white girls. Which is also the same constellation of reasons leading to why I think I like Judy Garland. 'Cause it's some ill shit she went through. And Michelle Pfeiffer's cagey brutality reminds me of my father multiplied by my ex-girlfriends.
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