Hirarious.
Riiiiight… So I get home at 4am from hangin with some apple peeps, slightly drunk, and turn on HBO in my hotel. Some movie is on and I missed the very beginning, but was sucked in right away. Not the typical movie, “Funny Games” was kinda gripping, odd (I like odd), and def had some interesting plot points. With a few exceptions, it seemed a pretty good psychological thriller, in that it’s not a gore fest, but is still scary/riveting. Then the remote control scene… someone please tell me WHY THE FUCK A CHARACTER PICKS UP A REMOTE, REWINDS THE FILM, AND CHANGES WHAT HAPPENS?!… Now, I enjoy weird films, even ones that lack a ‘plot’ (I Huckabees anyobe?) but why, in a decent psychological thriller that was going just fine, does the movie completely throw away any sense of continuity and plot? It was one thing when the character looked into the camera and asked me (audience) questions, such as “What about you? Do YOU want the ending to have a plot?” But it was another thing altogether when she shot the one guy and the other just rewound the movie and stopped her. The only attempt to justify this was a half baked mention that makes one think that the killers are aware that they are in a film, but this has NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PLOT (or lack thereof). I am pretty much the audience for that kinda weird shit, but this just left me like WTF?! Oh, you were being artsy? WELL WOOPEE FUCKING DOO, congrats on slipping those stupid fucking scenes into a movie that THE REST OF THE PLOT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH!
We Are All Connected
My instructor showed us this video at the end of class. It may be THE trippiest thing I’ve ever seen. It has segments that I recognized from other videos I’ve seen, such as the powers of ten video, and I would def recommend checking it out. It has the likes of Carl Sagan, as well as some other physicists that you may recognize from shows on History Channel or similar programs.
Enjoy!
Getting in the Wheel Barrel
A man, so skilled was he, that he effortlessly crossed a wire taught across the great falls of Niagra. Back and forth did he traverse the thin wire, making the impossible feat of tightrope walking seem natural.
The man then crossed the wire with a wheel barrow, filled with sacks of potatoes, and did not drop even one. Upon reaching the other side, he spoke with a man whom he’d noticed watching him intently all morning. “Hello,” he said.
“Do you beleive that I could take these potatoes out of this barrow, and put you in their place, and safely make it back across the rope, to other side of the falls?”
Surrounded by droves of fellow beleivers, the crowdsman affirmed the tightrope walkers divine skill by replying “I do beleive so.”
“Then get in the wheel barrow.”
To which the man replied by darting to the Canadian side of the border the way a fawn might elude a fox.
(Heard the gist of this as a parable told by some fancy preacher on the radio. I imagine it means to be a beleiver, one must not only watch from the sidelines, but must place their faith in god, by getting in the ‘wheel barrow’ and letting god carry you to the other side. I prefer the following:
Life and it’s problems are like a river. Religion is a boat one uses to get across to the other side. The boat is needed to cross the river, but when you get to dry land, leave the boat behind.
Also, one often needs a brick to knock on great doors. But when the door opens, one need not carry the brick inside.)
