Monday, January 26, 2009
I saw the grossest movies this weekend, all from the early 2000s.
During each one, I kept saying to myself, “I should turn this off,” and yet I was unable to. They each had a pornographic pull; the magnetism of outrageous that makes you feel disgusting after.
Now, I’ve seen a lot of heavy, heavy movies. In fact, I tend to want heavy in anything I watch. But heavy has to be blended with humane to be fulfilling, to be truthful in a way that doesn’t make you want to commit suicide.
I can deal with painful, heart-wrenching, even hopeless – but there has to be an ounce of human-to-human connection in there. That that connection would survive in the difficult circumstance being described, is what makes something livable, beautiful.
So, don’t see: Requiem for a Dream, Thirteen, or 21 Grams.