Monday, January 26, 2009

Totally Grody


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.

2 comments:

Vito Polly-Vincent said...

The book version of Requiem for a Dream is phenomenal, though anything by or based on Hubert Selby, Jr. is gonna be heavy duty, without an ounce of redemption. Did you ever see the movie version of Last Exit to Brooklyn?

Molly Stevens said...

No, VPV. Should I?