Saturday, August 26, 2006
one hour photo is on tv now and like pictures, it brought up memories of when i first watched it, and fell in love with it. it was with my then best platonic male friend, at his place, somewhere i always sought refuge and company at in between break ups with the person i was with at that time. don't we all love how time dulls the sharp and sometimes painful edges of memories, making them rounded and blunt and less vivid?
dredging up memories aside, the movie brought to attention how i always love movies with lonely, dysfunctional, down and out characters.
hurley [the fat one] and locke [the old one] from Lost, broken flowers, 3-iron, tony takitani and so on.
i wonder if this recurring pattern stems from my fear of being like these characters [oddly all men] or because deep down inside i'm already like them but it's just not manifested outwardly?
by P at 8/26/2006 11:41:00 PM |
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