Boys and Vaginas

so netflix’s stupid ‘review’ section isn’t working, and I just have to share my thoughts about the movie i just finished watching. Mystic River. the movie was a real big shot in 2003. Clint Eastwood, Sean Penn, Kevin Bacon. the works. but i really disliked it. i think i hated it. i hated sean penn. i hated the story. i hated laura linney. i hated the stupid daughter. and i hated the title. you don’t have to care. it’s just, this movie got such a strong reaction out of me, that i have to write it down. and i would do it on netflix – that by that way said i would give it almost five fucking stars out of five – but like i said, it’s down. 

so sean penn won an oscar right? the whole time i saw his performance i kept thinking about holden caulfield. he hated the movies. he said that actors don’t act like real people do. in this case, he’s right. and where was the moment of redemption? even the antiheroes have them, just look at The Fighter. if laura linney’s speech was suppose to be the moment of redemption, it was way off. that was the most arrogant, ignorant speech ever. i don’t think i could look at laura linney the same way again. 

the twist, i hated. i hated it so much. i kept trying to make sense of what had happened in the movie, but i there was nothing. nothing justified the ending or the twist. 

also, why would kevin bacon’s character be called sean? it was so distracting! 

okay, enough bitching. i did liked a few of the performances. i liked kevin bacon. i liked tim robbins (the most actually). i liked the boyfriend. that’s it. everything else was overdone and over-thought. and everything felt too perfect. i hate when things are too perfect. it’s phony. 

Boy, I wish I had re-read the Catcher in the Rye a lot sooner than just now. I read it a long time ago, before I got to thinking about life and the people who live life. I was probably too much into booze and sex to notice what a great treasure I was reading. I remember loving it, but this time it was a completely different experience. I still feel more like a Benjamin Braddock than a Holden Caulfield, but this is such a great, oh I hate saying it because it’s stating the obvious, but it’s such a great coming-of-age story. It really is. The 17-year-old in me can relate. At 17, I was going through some weird changes, mentally. I didn’t like the same people. I was going through a lot of phases. I think I went through more phases during that year than I have in my whole life. It was, odd. Alright this is starting to get a bit long, but basically, I just want to share a few of my favorite parts with you. Of course, you should read or re-read “the Catcher in the Rye,” this summer. You should.

• “The more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has–I’m not kidding.”
• “What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.”
• “That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you craze. The really do.”
• “People always clap for the wrong things.”
• “I ordered a Scotch and sode, which is my favorite drink, next to frozen Daiquiris.”
• His favoritism towards Jesus Christ, and dislike of the Disciples is priceless. 
• “I use to think she was quite intelligent, in my stupidity. The reason I did was quite because she knew a lot about the theater and plays and literature and all that stuff. If somebody knows quite a lot about those things, it takes you quite a while to find out whether they’re really stupid or not. 
• His thoughts about people and their suitcases. 
• “The trouble with girls is, if they like a boy, no matter how big a bastard he is, they’ll say he has an inferiority complex, and if they don’t like him, no matter how nice a guy is, or how big an inferiority complex he has, they’ll say he’s conceited. Even smart girls do it.”

The end. No. There’s a lot more stuff, but half-way through writing this I began to think that I might be ruining the book for you, if you planned on reading it and were reading this, and well, I couldn’t live with that guilt. I couldn’t.