Recommending a movie for me, isn't about whether or not I liked it. It never is. It is always about whether I not only think the other person will be entertained, but if they'll be able to speak about it and appreciate, not necessarily the way I did, but possibly from an alternate perspective. I crave that, so I'm always careful when saying "you should see this."
Lately, I've kept my movie recommendations to myself. I've found that there are really only two or three people I know who appreciate them and thankfully a "new friend" who shares my passion for certain types of movies (shh, good movies). I have my two muses as I call them privately, then there is one other person and this new addition to my movie nonsense. That being said, when I recommend something that really affected me, I expect the person to watch it with some faint interest and realize, it's not going to be a superficial two hours.
So what am I going on and on about? Obviously, I'm not talking about movie reviews and recommendations, so get on with it! Lately, I've painted myself into a bit of a conflicted state, but I'm not the one holding the brush. It seems that someone I used to recommend a movie to would watch it with open eyes, but now, unless his little boy toy or his painfully boring "date" recommends a film, he's not interested. He reads or listens to their reviews, checks the New Yorker and then spew the film class professor-speak nonsense that his two heroes put out. It's frustrating, because it's so painful to see someone suck down other people's opinions and pawning them off as their own, when both these two buffoons opinions can be found verbatim in a careful Google search.
So why does it bother me? Well, if I take the time to suggest something, but then add, but you probably won't, because I know they didn't recommend it, I don't want to hear your reasoning for disliking it, but then my detective instinct kicks in and I stupidly ask and when I hear "It was a sappy ending, but what can you expect, it was about dogs." Yes of course and you, who google searches every last word of your obsession's grade school, oedipal-laced poetry, can't see the tie ins to immigration in Eastern Europe, the loss of innocence in the world today and the fact that there isn't one scene in the entire fucking movie that isn't a metaphor for something other than a little girl and a lost dog?
Sorry, did I vent a little too freely? Maybe I did, but of course, I keep these post cryptic and anonymous enough, so that if anyone ho watches movies such as these three, wouldn't be able to figure it out. Of course anyone who has asked how I've been and meant it, will know right away. The woods call. The shack, the cat, the fire, the stream and the WiFi, so I can watch movies and not wonder, "should I bother?" I know the answer and I'll abstain from this day forward and revel in what they have missed.
Lately, I've kept my movie recommendations to myself. I've found that there are really only two or three people I know who appreciate them and thankfully a "new friend" who shares my passion for certain types of movies (shh, good movies). I have my two muses as I call them privately, then there is one other person and this new addition to my movie nonsense. That being said, when I recommend something that really affected me, I expect the person to watch it with some faint interest and realize, it's not going to be a superficial two hours.
So what am I going on and on about? Obviously, I'm not talking about movie reviews and recommendations, so get on with it! Lately, I've painted myself into a bit of a conflicted state, but I'm not the one holding the brush. It seems that someone I used to recommend a movie to would watch it with open eyes, but now, unless his little boy toy or his painfully boring "date" recommends a film, he's not interested. He reads or listens to their reviews, checks the New Yorker and then spew the film class professor-speak nonsense that his two heroes put out. It's frustrating, because it's so painful to see someone suck down other people's opinions and pawning them off as their own, when both these two buffoons opinions can be found verbatim in a careful Google search.
So why does it bother me? Well, if I take the time to suggest something, but then add, but you probably won't, because I know they didn't recommend it, I don't want to hear your reasoning for disliking it, but then my detective instinct kicks in and I stupidly ask and when I hear "It was a sappy ending, but what can you expect, it was about dogs." Yes of course and you, who google searches every last word of your obsession's grade school, oedipal-laced poetry, can't see the tie ins to immigration in Eastern Europe, the loss of innocence in the world today and the fact that there isn't one scene in the entire fucking movie that isn't a metaphor for something other than a little girl and a lost dog?
Sorry, did I vent a little too freely? Maybe I did, but of course, I keep these post cryptic and anonymous enough, so that if anyone ho watches movies such as these three, wouldn't be able to figure it out. Of course anyone who has asked how I've been and meant it, will know right away. The woods call. The shack, the cat, the fire, the stream and the WiFi, so I can watch movies and not wonder, "should I bother?" I know the answer and I'll abstain from this day forward and revel in what they have missed.
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