the village.
written: 6:08 p.m. on Sunday, Aug. 08, 2004

There's only one thing I would like to do now. Sleep. Nothing more.

I watched The Village on Friday with Princess and a couple of her friends whom I didn't know.

The movie was fine. The twist was rather anti-climatic but I appreciated it more in terms of its philosophical exploration rather than its scary cheap thrills. (Yes, it was scary, despite the twist, and it still haunts me; I'm a chicken like that). The idea of utopia, the lengths to which we would go to implement our ideal perfect society... I could probably use some of the ideas in there for my Utopian Lit. I would have to think about it first though.

What I really hated was the fact that my darling Joaquin virtually disappeared halfway through the movie. Shit, I was pissed. I was waiting for him to appear again but all I got was his love interest displaying fear and resilience and what-have-yous. He was utterly under-utilised and the movie was too short. More time could have been spent on it to explore the characters a bit further.

Still, for once, I enjoyed the love story. It's pretty in its purity, untainted and innocuous that it seemed almost sacrosanct. The fact that Joaquin is a tremendously talented actor, along with Bryce Dallace Howard (okay, I finally understand the hype), certainly helped matters. Whatever it is though, the two instances during which Lucius grabbed Ivy's hand to save her from certain impending dooms and held it, that very gesture, spoke volumes of the love between them. And I believe it was love for I cannot remember the last time I saw something so tender between two people. The Village, thus, reminded me of this: Love, contrary to modern-day assertions, is not about wild, stimulating sex, is not about unbridled passion leading to wild, stimulating sex, is not about the physical attraction between two people. Sometimes, it goes so much deeper than that, and it stays there, for better or for worse, for whatever it's worth.

Just for the record: I fucking hate socialising.

I was going to write a rant about how I hate it when people ruin my art for me, when everyone jumps on the "I love Literature and I breathe Literature and I am automatically different because I Love Literature" bandwagon and makes it so damn cliche, but I don't feel like doing it anymore.

I still have one History essay to annihilate and I plan to finish it before night falls. Going by that I should complete this entry and add it.

And I will. Before I do that though, can I just say that Joaquin Phoenix is absolutely, mind-blowingly, breath-takingly awesome? I love him. Truly I do. The same way I love Jay Chou.

I totally endorse polygamy because I so wanna marry them both.

before sunrise // before sunset

Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010