Thursday, December 30, 2004
lesbians, Poles, geniuses, and abs
I stumbled upon a movie last night on Bravo, which turned out to be a pretty interesting independent Canadian film. It was called Lost and Delirious, and the plot summary of "a lesbian affair at a private girls' school," or "an adaptation of Juliet and Juliet" only makes it sound like cheap pornography, which it really wasn't.
Although it seriously deteriorated in the second half, it was actually a really powerful film about two girls who love each other, label-free, in a world that persists in labeling them. It was not without reference to cliches, in fact much of it was either straight-romance cliche or Ani Difranco-type lesbian chiche, but the acting was sensational (Piper Parabo and Mischa Barton, who was actually the least strong actress in the cast, but still miles above O.C. shlock quality), and the film made some really great points about the nature of love, adolescence, and sexual repression.
I won't recommend it to everyone since it was truly tedious in parts, and if you're looking for just some hot lesbian sex (no judgment here) you'll be doing an awful lot of fast-forwarding.
That said, there were some beautiful sex scenes in that movie. But they were really more romantic than pornographic.
I went on a trek to the East side last night (after watching L&D, since my bro was out with friends and I was really not into spending the evening alone), to hang out with Cait and her family at the Curmudgeon's house. I call him that affectionately. Curmudgeon is an old friend of my and Cait's families, a reporter for the Globe, and famous for being alternately mean, heartless, stingy, Scroogelike, and interesting, witty, and at times even downright thoughtful. He reminds me of the line in Kill Bill 2 where Bill says "I've never been nice. But I'll do my best to be sweet." His wife is French-Canadian, totally brilliant, works on and off in China, speaks about 6 or 7 languages, including about 5 Chinese dialects, and is ALWAYS sweet and funny, with impeccable taste and a lot of genuine warmth. I sometimes wonder how she and Curmudgeon have stayed together so long. I often find it downright baffling.
I had to take two buses to get to his place, since I had a bus driver abandon me only a few feet from the poorest, most drug-ridden neighbourhood in North America. I was on my highest guard level, listening to Eminem and getting more and more paranoid for fifteen minutes until the next bus finally came. I navigated five blocks to his house in the pouring rain and finally arrived in time for pizza and Roman Polanski's Chinatown. It was worth the journey. Polanski's so smart. Nobody does it like the Poles do it, right Dag?
Got an awesome Christmas present from Cait (THANKS!) -- fuzzy woolie mittens lined with fleece (lovely!) and a George W. Bush colouring book. Just my kind of irony. Perfect!
Came home at midnight to find my brother with a GIRL! Okay, so they weren't making out or anything, but I still felt like I was intruding on something. She turned out to be a brilliant and fascinating kid, and I ended up talking to her for a while before I went to bed. She goes to Pearson College on the island, which is the height of genius schools and which my teachers considered the International Baccalaureate Holy Grail when I was in the program at my underfunded little public school. It's pretty much the private school where the geniuses among the geniuses are sent. Everyone is on full scholarship and it attracts kids from 88 different countries, who get to study things like anthropology, psychology, marine ecology, elite-level mathematics, and philosophy. I am so envious. I wish I could have been smart and organized enough to get into a school like that when I was her age.
Went to get some groceries this afternoon after waking up my brother at 2pm, who claimed that he and the girl, Lena, had been playing football with a loaf of bread in the rain until 5:00 am. It was such a weird story that I had to believe him.
I finally went to the gyme again today, after my vacation hiatus, though I still haven't heard back from that fucking prof and I have no idea if tryouts are still on.
I'm starting to get obsessed with my stomach after Cait started punching me in it to test my abs. I think I'm about 1000 crunches and two weeks of cardio from a six pack. But maybe I'm being overly ambitious.
Better get going with dinner.
Off to see The Incredibles tonight.
Yay kids' movies!
Salutations,
N
