Brokeback Mountain and Mondays and Such

ETA Just discovered that it's the birthday of oldblackbird. Hope it's a wonderful day for you that brings you much happiness! ::hugs::


I just, very briefly, clicked on an LJ that was dim purple writing on a black background. I feel visually frustrated as I could not read a single bloody word. My head aches after trying to for the three seconds before I clicked away wincing in pain.

Why do people do that? Why can't they see for themselves what an utterly naff, pointless choice they made when they were asked to pick colours? ::is intolerant and bitchy::

I'm sleep-deprived, sore throat-y, achey and it was first day back at school so after weeks of lie ins I had to get up in the cold dark at 7.30. I'm grouchy.

But because I'm a positive person at heart, the house is blissfully empty and silent; even the cats are sitting on the floor beside me instead of sticking furry bottoms in my face as I try to type (Talisker) or heaving themselves up on top of the monitor and tilting it forward with their weight before languidly waggling a tail so I can't see what I'm typing (Macallan).

And, of course, I'm still all fizzing about getting to see Brokeback Mountain last night with two of my friends from way back and the lovely marguerite_26 who met us at a local cinema. So glad they showed it somewhere we could easily get to; it really did make a difference seeing it in a cinema.

The theatre they screened it in was a large one and easily three-quarters full which was nice. Normally I like it when it's empty because it reduces the risk of someone talking which drives me demented and I do my slow turn around and silent, incredulous glare at them which, it being dark, they probably don't see but which makes me feel better.

Last night it didn't matter. I've rarely watched a movie in such utter silence. It was one of those times when everyone there was feeling the same emotions at the same time; really did make it an intense experience. People were chuckling, applauding at one point, and there was this feeling, maybe just me, I don't know, that it was something you'd remember going to for that sense of togetherness as well as the film.

And I cried. I thought I wasn't going to. I got really close to the end and I don't know, maybe it was because I knew what was happening having read the story, but I wasn't crying. Gripped, moved, totally caught up in it, yes, but not crying. Then I realised I was and I couldn't stop and it was so damn quiet and all four of us were crying and when the film ended it stayed dark for a moment and there was this sense of everyone putting themselves back together again.

I'm not going to bother cutting to talk about the movie because so much has been said and I don't have anything earth-shattering to say. Apart from a heartfelt, muttered, accompanied by an eye-roll 'Men!' because they really, really were. Taciturn, stubborn, trapped, flawed men.

Good movie. Slow, yes, and fragmented; you got the sense that someone was flipping through their lives and you were seeing random pages but it built up and up until the intensity was unbearable.

And it was so weird watching it and recognising LJ icons. Like mine. Heh.

Cat pictures!

Here are some recent pics of Macallan; I've put them on my webpage as LJ seems to stretch them weirdly.

Macallan

Macallan again