Claire Hummel (shoomlah) wrote,
Claire Hummel

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First off, I'd like to lovingly display my two newest icons, which I harvested off of the Lost Skeleton of Cadavra website. My god, it's worth a visit- I saw a preview for the film this evening, and it's a modern movie done entirely in the cheesy B&W B-movie style- complete with Skeletorama and the Sensuous Dance of the Alients. Woot! The website itself is utterly wonderful, complete with faux merchandise from the fan club and such. Brilliant.

Saw Les Triplettes de Belleville tonight- it was stunning; another eclectically logical foreign film in the trend of Miyazaki. The animation itself is just amazing, and the character designs are to die for. I highly suggesting jotting out to go support it, as it is a well-spent hour and a half... Trust me.

So many thing to talk about! But onward.

I also watched Four Weddings and a Funeral with my parents, which is difficult to rate as I was so horribly unfond of one of the main characters. But, I continue to mentio it simply to point out John Hannah's character, and how well he was written. Though it's hidden for half the film or so, he's gay- and he and Gareth, another in Hugh Grant's tight little group of friends, were together. Their relationship isn't revealed until Gareth's funeral, at which Matthew (Hannah) reads Auden's poem Funeral Blues

(Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.)

... I sobbed at this. It was sincerely one of the most sincerely portrayed homosexual relationships I'd ever seen on film, and I was utterly touched by it. John Hannah and Simon Callow were amazing, both completely un-stereotypical in their delivery.

It was with this that I realized how rarely I actually connect with heterosexual relationships in films. There are those few, of course, but they always seem to involve someone amazing like John Hannah anyway, with some... Chick. But so often I just can't latch onto these overly romaticised things that they call relationships. I just can't. For me, it's always those relationships of REAL love, dammit, compassion through loyalty and friendship and utter, spiritual LOVE of that person, than make me sob in the end. Not slash, no- it's Frodo & Sam's amazing bond of spirit- their love- that gets to me... Maybe just because, well, it so rarely even exists anymore.


I'll have to formulate my thoughts on this later.

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