New Year's Eve... But What About Adam?

It is exactly one hour from being 2008. I frankly don't care about bringing in the new year, because Amy just made my year. We watched Shortbus, and it was great. I remember Pam from the Office saying, "It's like squashing a bug, you don't want to look, but you have to make sure it's dead." Except the bug in this case was three cocks in one scene. Speaking of something really gross, I have a messy kitchen to clean in a little while. I might bring in the New Year by washing dishes. Frankly the night has hit the high point for me already. Amy makes me so happy and I really had a great night.

Not only has Shortbus made me happy, but also inspired to write. I think there is more to that movie than just sex. Here is the full length review from Rogert Ebert regarding the film when it premiered at the Cannes Film Festival:

"Yes, there’s hard-core sex in this film (gay, straight, solo, amateur, professional and all of the above). But you couldn’t call it a hard-core film. It just doesn’t feel like one, and despite all the genitals on the screen it doesn’t try to be one; it’s not about sex but about sexuality, not about scoring but about living, and at its center is a remarkable performance by Sook-Yin Lee as Sofia, a sex therapist (“I prefer the term Couples Counselor”) whose search for her own first orgasm leads her into the gay, bi, trans and S&M underworld of New York. It is a world that seems so gentle and friendly in this film that I overheard a strange comment afterwards, “This is the first time New York has seemed Canadian.”

I love reading this, because it not only insures the world that there is still hope for American cinema without the fear of an organized ratings board, but that in midst of this crazy country (and the post 9/11 decline of civilization), it instills a sense of enjoyment to see people feel like their intimate practices, considered taboo by a majority, can exist in a little world where the only outcast is one who discriminates against the practice itself. I like the quote "Voyeurism is participation" because it says a lot. Maybe people who say, "Oh gross, sex" have seen it and it has caused a reaction. So in a sense, they took in the imagery and savored it for a delicate moment, then decided to find it disgusting. But this film is more than sex. It's about human emotion. Elia Kazan is an American filmmaker who directed such classics like A Streetcar Named Desire, The Last Tycoon, and East of Eden, has said:

"The camera is more than a recorder. It's a microscope that penetrates. It goes into people. and you see their most private and concealed thoughts."

Alright, so Shortbus, a film with a lot of literal penetration, really penetrates into the lives of these individuals. It's kind of a visual intimacy, where the sex occurring on the screen is not the point, but digging deep into the people involved and what the situation is. The only place these characters find happiness is in (or on) Shortbus. This world exists in the back of everyone's mind. The practices taking place in the world occur outside as well. Men have sex with men everywhere and women have sex with women everywhere, but it's interesting how all of these people's shortbuses pull off at an exit and into a garage where they can do whatever they want. It's sensual anarchy. America has said it's not okay for the same sex to involve themselves with one another, but in Shortbus, it's okay. I like how there is absolutely no real meaning of normalcy in the film. The fact that everything happens and it's okay.

This really inspires me to write tonight. Setting aside The Epic, I have been toying around with another idea, and after seeing this, it instills my desire to just write. I love characters. When I create a character, it's more than just a fictional anonymity, it's real life. Of course he/she exists in my head, but my idea is related to the imagination being more than just a voice in a head. I guess I'm tying over to The Epic with my dreams being tired into the reality that exists in my head. But just the idea of "normal"people having twisted thoughts really intrigues. I highly consider myself far from these "normal" people with twisted thoughts. If I need to categorize myself, I would say I'm an "abnormal" person with twisted thoughts. I love psychiatry, because like the camera, you penetrate into one's mind. I love hearing about people and what's going on in their heads because it really gives off an energy. And anytime someone professes deep issues, fantasies, good or bad feelings it cleanses the mind and body. For someone to hold deep emotions inside is very dangerous. Tumors can occur in the mind because of stress which later proceeds to early death, so I assume this serves as cleansing the soul as well.

I don't know how I got off (That's what she said) the subject. So yes, it was hard to watch the detailed sex scenes, but it just goes to show that Amy and I can watch anything together. We've conquered Shortbus, so the world's ahead of us. So, no one received ten dollars. And I won't regret this unless the neighbors decide to have a little chat with my dad. I had an idea of a college course titled Sex and Society: Entercourse. Haha, I wonder if anyone gets it. Of course, it's college. But I think this film would be a great visual representation. I'd like to hear the Dean after this. I think college is a great parallel for this new idea.

Wow, I have managed to ramble on about many things. I have five minutes to come up with a New Year's revolution. Yes, I meant to say revolution. Four minutes. Thinking... I wonder if this is like Qwanza where you have to give up something. Like trashy soccer moms saying things like, "My new year's resolution is to give up smoking." Yeah right! Like they really are. By morning they'll realize what they promised to give up and need a smoke. Two minutes. I hear fireworks. I hope no one creates a California fire. I'm trying to keep writing what I'm thinking. I want to make it through the New Year on the computer. This way it's like I'm celebrating. One minute! Not time yet. Time stand still!!!!!! Right now! Welcome 2008! The heater just kicked on with the clock turning midnight. Kind of creepy. My New Year's resolution is to write in my blog more. But better yet, my New Year's resolution is to make at least two films this year. I mean it! Now that is a resolution. As much as I gripe about wanting to make films, I just need to get off my lousy ass and make them! Like Godard quoted from another filmmaker, "All you need to make a film is a girl, a gun and a car." Haha. Anyways, there is a lot to look forward to this year. I can't legally drink until one more month, but I prematurely raise my glass to a good year and for 2008 to be an even better one.

It's Christmas Eve and I am stuffed from the best buffet I have ever eaten in. It was a new Chinese restaurant in place of a Shonys. I don't think I ever pigged out like that ever! My fist plate consisted of five various styles of sushi: I know one was Salmon and crab, but I don't know the others. Oh well, too late. The second plate consisted of really thin rice noodles, two Chinese Doughnuts, fried squid, and Garlic Bread. Healthy, am I right? The third plate consisted of crab mixed with cheese, Terimazu, and more noodles. And the final plate consisted of two more Chinese Doughnuts. Let's just say that it was quite a good meal. I didn't expect that from somewhere that I sarcastically joked about serving rat as an appetizer and dog for the main course, so my Asian stereotype is broken... at least I still have the driving one.

I just finished watching Blow with Drew and my stepbrother Wes. I love that movie so much. I think it was really good that Drew saw it now. I know he's going through a lot and the movie could serve as a wake up call. Besides, I have been dying to get him to see if for the longest time. He really loved it.

Tonight Dad and Lynn gave us all a Christmas Eve present. I opened mine to find two tickets for Jim Norton at the Roxy. I'm so excited! I'm thinking of a little lady that I'm going to bring. Dad and Lynn said that it might be a 21 or older show, but maybe it's not. I'm just so excited about how much laughing I'm going to let out. My little lady likes it when I laugh uncontrollably.

I have a little headache. Tomorrow's Christmas, and I think it will help the ache go away. My little lady and I are going to see Aliens VS Predator. Now that's a perfect date! Can't wait to tell Ma about this one. I might be a nerd for liking Alien, but it breaks my heart when people consider one who studies film a film geek. I have been called a film geek/nerd before. But it's okay, because the people harassing me hadn't even declared a major yet, and it was their senior year. I'm excited about the movie, because the trailer I watched had a lot of blood. I think the alien is sort of attractive. Just in a weird kind of way. Probably falling in line with legs that haven't been shaved in several days. Like the saying goes, "A little stubble never brought trouble." Copyright (C). So yeah, There's nothing like watching violence to remind you that a little baby was born on this day, and that baby lived a successful life and died a happy old man. What? What story do you think I was talking about?

Speaking of old and death. After seeing No Country For Old Men, I really understand it more and have come to love it.

I promised to post in this blog tonight, and so I must keep my word and post. It's 1:43 and I'm pretty tired. I really don't know what to say. I have a lot to say about Charlie Wilson's War, but I don't want to give too much of the story away. Mike Nichols and Aaron Sorkin work very well together. There's one shot in an Afghanistan refugee camp where Tom Hanks walks up a hill and the camera pans up showing how many "huts" are located in the refugee camp area. There are millions. It's such a great shot. Nichols also recreated the same shot from The Graduate with the leg up and the ability to see a person from under the ankle. I love how Aaron Sorkin poses a dilemma. He's mostly a stage writer, but I love certain writers who really stand out. I've always loved writers who fight to get their name out there, mainly because the writer has always been shielded by the vast technological staff. The main issue in the film is the Soviets bombing Afgan villages, and Charlie Wilson wants to do something about it. I kept asking myself, should he sell weapons to these villages? I kept thinking that it's like giving a child a gun. I am against all forms of violence. Once, in fifth grade, the class had silent lunch and I told a guy to quiet down. He grabbed me and threw me to the ground and continued to grab my neck and sink his nails into my neck. After a few blows, the teachers pulled him off of me and hauled him out. I picked myself off the ground and sat back down. It embarrassed me so much. Everyone saw it, and yet I didn't fight back, because I don't believe violence solves anything. Men who like to fight just have small penises, and girls who like to fight are upset that their men won't fuck them. Anyways, enough about painful memories. Sorkin poses the issue whether artillery aid should be given to these people to fight the Communists. Well, the story makes you feel much sympathy for these people dying from Soviet helicopter attacks. One scene is really depressing. Much emphasis is placed on the fact some of these men and women come home to find their children dead. Should we give these people weapons to kill the Communists. Well, more issues rise: these Communist flyers have families as well. I really cannot make up my mind regarding this issue. It's one of these bad situations where someones going to die no matter what. Too much death. If God exists, how can he/she/it allow(ed) this to happen? Seeing these kids is enough to question the existence of a higher power, because if their is a higher power, then there is some sort of power with the ability to make this not happen. That's why it's called a higher power. A lot of things have made me question a lot about my own opinions, beliefs and feelings.

I've made it past 2:00 AM, so my eyes are growing heavy. Someone will be mad that I didn't update and will find this tomorrow and then feel happy, hopefully. Not that I'm writing this for someone, but I am. Haha. Man, I'm tired. I'm shocked that I haven't revealed any truth so far.

I must sleep so I can wake up and have Dad's Pecan Pie for breakfast in the morning. Big day tomorrow; filled with movies and anticipation for Christmas morning. I cannot wait to give Amy her surprise. She will literally die laughing.

The studio I have my protagonist working in is called Utopian Studios. I'm also pondering about a scene with a photographer bombarding him with flashes outside of the studio, and the protagonist loses his mind, sending the photographer to the ground. The protagonist begins stomping the reporter to death. After that, the protagonist picks up the photographer's camera and takes pictures of the blood-soaked photographer. Maybe he'll bring the pictures home and hang them up on his walls. I can have random flashes of these pictures towards the beginning of them film. Just a little foreshadow. God, I love foreshadowing! Okay, so think: Magnolia meets Mulholland Drive meets Sunset Boulevard meets American Psycho meets 8 1/2. More time to work on it tomorrow.

I know what you're thinking: didn't he say he's against violence? In my script, the violence is fiction/imaginative. It's okay. Besides, a paparazzi member should die over an Afgani child. Just a little masochistic humor. Speaking of that, Venus in Furs is on its way to my house!

Not too proud of this being my first post. Although I do have the power to change it. I'm like God. Blog God. Try and say this! It's awesome.

Now I must get sleep.