donnie darko
Belinda was out to dinner with a friend last night, so I stayed home and relaxed and watched Donnie Darko.
As with Paris Hilton, I am very behind the times. I know. I'm fucking trying to catch up, OK?
This may be the weirdest movie I've seen since Eraserhead. The story seems to borrow heavily from Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five in parts. I won't bore you with all the details of my long-winded opinion since I am probably the last person on the planet to have seen the movie and I doubt I will add anything new.
What I will comment on is that the ending of the movie disturbed me. I mean, the way things ended up in the film it just seemed to be screaming, "The world is better off without you Donnie!" That's not typically the message we want to send to people who are depressed or mentally ill. But there it was, right in front of my eyes and I was a little weirded out by it.
I mean imagine if you were suicidal and you called a hotline asking for help and they actually said to you, "Have you ever considered that maybe the world would be better off without you?"
Weird, right?
Then again, maybe I'm just reading into the weirdness of the movie too much.
posted by grumpy at 3:07 PM
3 Comments:
If it makes you feel any better, I've never even heard of the movie before, let alone see it... And I fancy myself as "up with the times." My husband laughs at me because I know who is married to who, who is sleeping with who, who is in what movie, when season premieres begin, etc........
Boy, I must be slacking.......
Yeah, Belinda is that way too. She's always telling me about who's boning/marrying/divoricing/dating who. Ninety-nine percent of the time, I've never heard of either one of them.
It was weird, because I really like the psychedelic rabbit, and there's some very beautiful pacing, but I couldn't stand the moralistic tone of revenge with the pedophile, and the general "oooohhh, I'm so wacky weirdo" feel to it. It's almost like the style of the film was something affected and stolen, not like a real signature à la Lynch, and that being weird was a virtue, instead of just being just what it is, weird.
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