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mallorys_cameraWoke up in the middle of the night from a dream, only remembered in fragments: Some kind of dinner party with members of Ben’s family (only I didn’t recognize any of them), and Ben was being a dick, telling me, I want to wake up next to Sarolta some mornings, and I was hysterical, turning to Ben’s family for support—I mean, this is unacceptable, right? I’m not wrong, right? And they kept turning their backs on me. Did not want to get “involved.”
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Odd dream. I don’t think I was ever overtly jealous of Sarolta. I kind of liked Sarolta, plus I would have made a damn good Sister Wife.
I was overtly… something… of Jayne LeGros. Because she was such a fucking cow. Humorless!
I asked Ben once, Why? and he replied, She sews my buttons back on when they’re loose.
Plus she saved all the bad poetry he wrote to her when they were 18. For 40 years! She saved it.
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Finished up a Remunerative Project in the early afternoon yesterday.
You have two options now, I told myself.
You can go tromping—
Except that it was raining on and off, and though at that exact moment, it was off—blue patches in the sky and a brilliantine sun shining down, down, down—I had a feeling it would soon be raining again.
—or you can go to the movies!
I went with option (B).
The local movie palace shows first-run films for six bucks. The pleasures of heated Barcaloungers and stale Raisenets can never be overstated.
I saw Dune.
I wouldn’t say Dune was the worst movie I’ve ever seen. Sure it was long, dull, monochromatic, portentious and pretentious. But then, so was the novel.
No, what I would say is that I was so distracted by how incredibly small Timothee Chalamet’s head is in relation to the rest of his body that throughout the two and a half hour movie, all I could do was keep flashing on this character from Beetlejuice:
You’re just being contrarian, Ichobod with whom I texted afterwards accused me. You’re over-reacting because he’s considered so attractive now.
I’m not! I replied indignantly. I’ve thought he was repulsive since I saw him in “Call Me By Your Name.” And I kinda liked “Call Me By Your Name.
But I am happy to report that heated Barcaloungers and stale Raisenets make movie-going a fabulous experience even if you’re watching something about a hero with a shrunken head.
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Odd dream. I don’t think I was ever overtly jealous of Sarolta. I kind of liked Sarolta, plus I would have made a damn good Sister Wife.
I was overtly… something… of Jayne LeGros. Because she was such a fucking cow. Humorless!
I asked Ben once, Why? and he replied, She sews my buttons back on when they’re loose.
Plus she saved all the bad poetry he wrote to her when they were 18. For 40 years! She saved it.
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Finished up a Remunerative Project in the early afternoon yesterday.
You have two options now, I told myself.
You can go tromping—
Except that it was raining on and off, and though at that exact moment, it was off—blue patches in the sky and a brilliantine sun shining down, down, down—I had a feeling it would soon be raining again.
—or you can go to the movies!
I went with option (B).
The local movie palace shows first-run films for six bucks. The pleasures of heated Barcaloungers and stale Raisenets can never be overstated.
I saw Dune.
I wouldn’t say Dune was the worst movie I’ve ever seen. Sure it was long, dull, monochromatic, portentious and pretentious. But then, so was the novel.
No, what I would say is that I was so distracted by how incredibly small Timothee Chalamet’s head is in relation to the rest of his body that throughout the two and a half hour movie, all I could do was keep flashing on this character from Beetlejuice:
You’re just being contrarian, Ichobod with whom I texted afterwards accused me. You’re over-reacting because he’s considered so attractive now.
I’m not! I replied indignantly. I’ve thought he was repulsive since I saw him in “Call Me By Your Name.” And I kinda liked “Call Me By Your Name.
But I am happy to report that heated Barcaloungers and stale Raisenets make movie-going a fabulous experience even if you’re watching something about a hero with a shrunken head.
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Date: 2021-10-31 03:21 pm (UTC)It got me thinking. I read Dune when I was in those wide-open tween days. And it's clearly the Hero's Adventure but I wasn't scarred or oppressed by that at all. I was invigorated. In the same way I was when I saw Star Wars around that same time. So many things we've turned ourselves inside out over in these modern times, rewriting fiction and fairytales, recasting movies and plays and now I wonder about the crazy strength of my own animus...
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Date: 2021-10-31 04:02 pm (UTC)Can't get past the microcephaly myself. 😊
I wasn't oppressed by the Hero's Journey in Dune, the novel; I just thought its rendition was boring and predictable. Incredibly bad prose. Even more terrible dialogue.
In contrast, Robert Heinlein—the other great bearded libertarian science fiction writer of the late 60s/early 70s—approached the Hero's Journey from unexpected angles. Stranger in a Strange Land remains an interesting book—I reread it a couple of years ago—though its overt sexism is incredibly galling by contemporary standards.
Of course, people are fucking idiots. They prefer their Hero's Journeys to be rendered in paint-by-number tropes that can double as biblical illustrations. Frank Herbert realized that, and he set out to write to that very explicitly as interviews with him make clear.
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Date: 2021-10-31 04:10 pm (UTC)As with all wokeness, we are putting the emphasis on the wrong thing(s).
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Date: 2021-10-31 04:27 pm (UTC)No, it didn't injure us as women. 😊. The sexism makes Stranger unfilmable today, though.
Male heroes are typically more interesting than female heroes because they don't require a love interest. I'm trying to come up with some classic literature titles that have women going on the Hero's Quest, and the only one I can come up with is Jane Eyre (running away from Thornfield Hall does qualify as a kind of quest.).
The other thing I really loathe about Dune the novel is that somehow with all the technological science advances, they don't seem to have come up with a system of rulership more dynamic that that medieval empire shit. I mean, really? 😊. Come on.
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Date: 2021-11-01 08:30 am (UTC)I know, right??
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Date: 2021-11-01 11:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-11-01 09:13 pm (UTC)I hadn't really thought about the size of what's-his-name's head; I can't look at him without thinking about how wonderful I thought Kyle MacLachlan was for the part when the 1984 movie came out. I wrote him a fan letter! Did I tell you this story before? I never write actors fan letters. And since that movie was SO AWFUL it was probably one of about six letters he got, so he wrote me back and included a signed photo. Which I still have :-)
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Date: 2021-11-02 03:40 pm (UTC)I didn't find Dune pretty at all. Too dark and monochromatic.
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Date: 2021-11-02 04:08 pm (UTC)--ughh, yes: heavy minus points for that. I think one reason I like Colombian telenovelas so much is because of the COLOR.
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Date: 2021-11-02 02:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-11-02 03:39 pm (UTC)