Imaginary Heroes

We watched a movie called Imaginary Heroes last night in class. It was magnificent. It starred Sigourney Weaver and Jeff Daniels in a story about a family that falls apart after a tragedy. Each member of the family falls apart in a different way, and without communicating it. It was charming, affectionate and difficult. It oscillated between comedy and agony. It was consistently powerful. It had emotional depth along with an interesting story.

I cried like a baby during one scene. It was one of those instances when you're watching a scene in a movie that you know you'll never, ever forget. One of the cool things about this movie is that the viewer finds out information as the characters do, so you are unprepared for certain things, as are the characters.

You must all see it.

The special guest was... Sigourney Weaver, who is stunning to look at. I was starstruck for the first half, but eventually it seemed normal to be in class with Sigourney Weaver.

She talked about the differences between theater and film, the differences between living in LA and NY (she was raised in NYC and has no intention of ever leaving; she spoke about how people in LA are solely focused on the business and what other people are doing and movies and film and there's really nothing else but who knows who and who's seen where and who can hook you up with whom; whereas in New York, people have all sorts of jobs and whatever they're doing, they think its the most important thing in the world), directors who yell, what she looks for in a screenplay, and fame. She was elegant, and humble. She said that she looks more for being part of something amazing, rather than how many lines she gets or what part she'll play. She said she looks for scripts in which she'd be willing to play any part because she believes so strongly in the story.

In the second Dawson's Creek moment of my life, D was waiting for me outside of class after just having returned from Savannah! I was so surprised to see him, felt like I hadn't seen him in weeks, and couldn't believe that he was cuter than I remembered. When we got to his apartment, he gave me a present and we acted like we hadn't seen each other in weeks.

Does anyone else out there have any Dawson's Creek moments they'd like to share? These are moments of romance and drama seen only on TV and in movies. You know, rose petals, being chased through an airport after a breakup, being serenaded by a boy outside your bedroom window while you still live with your parents, thinking the relationship is over until you are tracked down at your prostitute friend's apartment by a rich man who is afraid of heights, you know. Think Hugh Grant or Julia Roberts or Katie Holmes. Think formula. Think tears of joy.

I am also wondering if my jealous tendencies, like my irrational romantic tendencies, are the result of having watched too much TV as a child and too many movies as a grownup. TV and romantic comedies make you play into these false ideals of romance and what can and should work and what can and should be expected.

As M and I have discussed, on TV, whenever a man and woman are alone together on screen, you know they'll end up together, regardless of who they are and regardless of whether or not they should. This often leads to everyone sleeping with one another like on 90210 or Melrose Place, and inevitably to cheating. Throw someone new into the mix and you know its bad news for Brandon and Kelly. It always is! No new character can be trusted!!!!

Where am I going with this? No idea.

I guess I am just wondering if anyone has experienced any television episodes in their real lives.

That is all.