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Heavenly Creatures

Posted 24 June 2003, 9.19 pm by Acheron

I am worried this so-called review may turn into some horribly misogynist rant about the teenage mindset that worships Labryrinth and unicorns simultaneously, as Heavenly Creatures is a movie that appeals to and ultimately betrays such sensibilities.

This 1994 film was co-written and directed by Peter Jackson. It marks a rough midpoint between gore marathons like Braindead and the much more refined Lord of the Rings. Heavenly Creatures is based on the true story of Juliet Hulme and Pauline Parker, two 14-15 year-olds in 1950s New Zealand. Kate Winslet (as Juliet), although of slightly lesser importance in the script, definitely steals the thunder from Melanie Lynskey (as Pauline). Even if her character is reprehensible, Winslet plays her role brilliantly. For Lynskey the opposite is true: Pauline is a character worthy of empathy, but Lynskey's horrible acting definitely precludes such feelings.

My true contention with the movie lies in its directorial slant. It seems the vast majority of moviegoers empathize with the two protagonists. Some people even call this movie their favourite. A "gorgeous" work. However, what little sympathy anyone could carry for these two girls, who spend most of their time elaborating their fantasy world, is obliterated in the film's final, gut-wrenching scene. Many people (at IMDB, anyways) simply cannot bear to watch this scene, and I agree it seems a little incongruous with the rest of the film. Peter Jackson may skew the character development to increase his movie's shock value, or perhaps the fantasy world he constructs for the girls is simply too enthalling to realize just how psychopathic they are. If he set out to justify or even properly explain the actions of these two girls, he falls short of the mark - or he vastly overshoots it. It all depends on if Peter Jackson was trying to mold his audience into little Juliets and Paulines and suddenly pull the rug out from under their fantasy world, or if he simply wanted to warp any little kids who accidentally saw his movie. Until I see more of his films, either possibility is entirely plausible.

Nonetheless, Heavenly Creatures still comes as recommended viewing. If you are a puerile girl who loves insanity, fantasy worlds, or crap like Labyrinth, you'll probably love this movie, and sit there bawling with Juliet the simp. If you're a guy, you will probably hate this movie for its overabundance of female insanity, but I would call such hatred healthy - therapeutic, even. This movie is what you should watch instead of beating your wife. And everyone who hates traditional- or British-style society (with emphasis on the 50s, medicine, school, and therapy) will feel a little vindicated by Peter Jackson's convincing setting.

Stupid titles don't belong on a smart website.

Posted 24 June 2003, 6.30 am by Crucias

My essays were written to be read. Unfortunately, I assume when I write that my audience has read everything else relevant to the topic. If you're confused, IM me or something and I'll explain what you don't understand.

Also, if I seem a little behind on thinking, please bear in mind that I am only 16. Not intended as an excuse, just an apology. Here you go.

I've written about love before, but now that I don't have Mr. Lewis reading them, I can be as coarse and opinionated as I like. Expect much of this, reader, whoever you may be.

I don't approve of love. Don't take this to mean that I don't think love exists; because it does and I know it. I simply don't approve. The fleeting pleasure you get from it is hardly worth the subsequent pain and misery. I lay claim to such knowledge, having been in love twice thus far.

First it was with Bailie. If you read my other essays, you'll know that I wrote a little about her. There I told you of how she affected me; here is what happened. I avoided her because it is what I do. And we broke up. I think. This hurt me more than I knew it would. It pushed me farther down the road I was taking, which was the one of stupidity; the one that led me to Greg's domain. There was hardly a waking moment in the next few years in which I didn't think about her. I wrote letters that I never sent. I tried to find a way to call her, to see her, to talk to her. I found a way, eventually. Recently I found her e-mail address and spoke to her through a messenger program. Of COURSE, I would do the exact same thing I did when I saw her last. Of COURSE I would stop talking to her for no apparent reason. I've stopped calling this cowardice, if you haven't noticed. It really wasn't. There are others who would do the same.

Falling in love with her was one of the happiest times of my life. Breaking up with her was one of the most miserable. But it's okay. I'm done thinking about her. Bailie is a person now. A person I don't know anymore. A person far away from me. Just the way I like my past: far away.

As I said before, love isn't what you see in movies. Love is what you see on Jerry Springer. They get together, break apart, and throw chairs at each other in a murderous rage.

Next it was with Jennifer. Which was a little better, because this time I knew what I was getting into. But I didn't realize that fact that I'm a shy bastard. I spent a lot of my time refraining from what I wanted to do, out of fear of looking like a jackass. She's a year older than me, by the way. She knows more about love than I do. I really did love her. I kind of still do. But I'm actively supressing that feeling. She has Tj. Or T.J. Whichever. She hardly needs me when she has someone else closer. Someone who's not shy and willing to do things for her that I couldn't if God/the gods himself/themselves told me to.

Love causes pain. Love makes pain. Sometimes, people are lucky and love causes more love and they can never get enough so there is never too much love. But some of us get our fill after a little while.

I really, really envy the people who aren't afraid of love. I want to be a person who can talk to girls. I want to be a person who can fall in love and not be terrified every second of it.

But I'm not. I am who I am. And I'd hardly know who I am without the pain in my past telling me.

Idols

Posted 22 June 2003, 4.33 pm by Alexander

Throughout my life I've found quite a few individuals who I consider to be my idols. People who have lived their lives in some meaningful way, or made sufficient changes to the way I think, that I wouldn't be the same person if I'd not come to learn about them. I don't know if this is a natural thing, I presume it is a part of growing up. These people stay with me, always useful for a "what if" or a "what would he do in this situation?"

Of course, idols don't necessarily have to teach you through good example. A couple of my idols were junkies, some were wife beating drunks. In fact, looking at it, just about every person I seem to find worthy of my awe had some major personality defect. I guess that's the way genius polarises an individual.

Sometimes just knowing how someone elses life ended early can make you angry enough with them to ensure you NEVER meet the same fate voluntarily. This doesn't apply to the Kurt Cobain fans who blew their own heads off, that's just Darwinism in practice.

Idols perform a very useful function through our lives. They unwittingly teach us how to live and how not to die. All they were ever doing was their thing, as best as they could. Sometimes they were born with a precocious talent, sometimes they just took the risks so we didn't have to. Every single one worthy of a place in the history books, not just for their deeds, but for the deeds they inspire in others.

All we can hope for is that after our time, we become idols ourselves, and pass on our own mistakes and triumphs as our idols did to us.

funny 'cause i married one, or perhaps it's just funny

Posted 22 June 2003, 2.17 pm by ghoti

you too can learn high til speak norn iron

Happy Tree Friends!

Posted 17 June 2003, 7.35 pm by unforgiven

Happy Tree Friends!

:D

Link Exchanges

Posted 14 June 2003, 8.00 pm by Alexander

Hello, Alexander here.

It's time once again to go on the search for link exchanges. I've been having a bit of a springclean around the site code etc today, and noticed a few dead links in the 'Friends' box.

If you (or someone you know) has a relatively high traffic site and would like to exchange links, please email me.

Also don't forget, any signed-up user can have their writing right here, by simply clicking 'submit article' at the top left of this page. We're always looking for writing (on any subject), poetry, stories, rants, reviews and interesting weblinks.

Thanks.

Control and the Effervescent Smile

Posted 7 June 2003, 6.23 pm by Shaggy

It is in a human being's interest to search for the things that lead to its survival. We are, after all, no more than intelligent animals. Our meaning of life has become complicated and cloudy.

Sex is a great cloud. By that, I do not mean that it is "great". I mean to say that it is a distraction, something which is not as important to our survival as, perhaps, many people make it out to be. For starters: only sex for procreation is technically "integral" to our survival. I place the word 'integral' in quotation marks because, with the advent of cloning, and with the consideration of our present over-population, this form of sex is slowly becoming a dying art form. However, in a relationship, you are a whore (either male or female) if sex is the prime motivational focus.

We have a brain, and this is not to be used with anything so base as a moments pleasure. Oversaturation of pleasure is as bad as starvation of the same sensation.

At any rate, there are easy explanations to these distractions: the flesh. The soul works one of two ways: either you sever the flesh to avoid distractions, or you embrace the flesh and control it, like a dog on a leash. For those who cannot control the flesh (case in point: if you have ever dumped/cheated-on someone because they were not "putting out", then you fall into this category) are those who lack in discipline, who lack in desire, and who, much more dangerous, are lacking in goals. It is one thing to have a sex-life, it is another to let sex rule your life.

That said, I must admit, I am at a loss. I want to exist completely and utterly in the mind, spending an eternity with the woman that I truly love. However, the limitations of the flesh are excrutiatingly high.

Painters have attempted to erase the flesh in the form of... well... Form. We get the surrealists. Writers have attempted similar prospects, and similarily, we have the literary surrealists. Music has not been so kind to the endeavor, though even it has rebellions to traditions.

How do we remember, in the Platonic sense? How do we return to the world of Ideas, the world where we know all and see all, where knowledge is pure?

How do we ascend? My soul is a great cavern, and I stare down into it in the hopes that, should this feeling of vertigo give way and push me over, I will find, at the very bottom of this cavern, the True path to ascension.

There is a balance of sorts with everything in the physical world. In order to have energy, we must take it from some other form. In order to have darkness we must have light. There are things that must balance the darkness of this world, there must be another realm untouched on the edges.

Perhaps we are in light merely as we exist in the darkness.

Perhaps it is our destiny to fear death and to embrace death simultaneously, to DoubleThink our way to pleasure/pain, and perhaps it is a gift that the proletariat has some manner of receiving. Truth is in the proles.

The natural world, like every other doorway, has a key. With enough tools, one can find this key, and unlock everything that it is natural to know.

Until then, brothers, we exist in the realm of fantasy, not of surreality but of subreality.

Fare thee well on the journey.

No Sex, Please, I'm British

Posted 31 May 2003, 12.50 pm by Villager

Until recently, I had never had any dreams which could really be described as sexual, unless you count having my hair washed by the amiable blonde at the local hairdressers (which I do, frankly). I was always curious as to what a sexual dream would be like, having never had one, especially in the times when actual sexual experiences were also a thing of the future. I wanted to know how my mind would portray such things. Well, I found out.

I'm not sure if either of my dreams have any solid connection to reality. I don't recognise the faces or environments, nor do the events strike me with any coherent sense of allegory. In the first dream, I am passing through a house at night by chance when I encounter a short and shapely girl with shoulder length blonde hair. She begins talking to me and suggests that we go upstairs. I'm more than open to the idea and she leads me into another room. Here we meet another guy who begins talking to the girl, completely ignoring me. The girl turns to me and tells me to wait a minute, but not to go anywhere. When she returns she tells me something else has come up. It's worth mentioning that all concerned were naked at all times. End of. I remember a distinct sense of disappointment and bad luck. Fear of rejection? Insecurities with my own sense of manhood?

The second dream was a little more disturbing. Another blonde girl (not the same one) is having sex with an older man in a room, my observance of which is secret; I'm spying on them somehow. Some time later the man leaves and I enter the room. The girl shows me the kind of affection as though I were in a relationship with her, and encourages me into bed. I get angry and ask what kind of a fool she takes me for. She sees that I know of what happened before my entrance and shrugs it off, as though I should not be concerned. I leave. I felt betrayed. This dream was characterised by being extraordinarily graphic.

What strikes me about these dreams is their oddities; I have never been involved with a blonde girl, nor do I often find them especially attractive; in the past I've never really had any reason to fear betrayal, nor to my knowledge have I been betrayed in such a way; finally, the dreams occurred in consecutive nights' sleep. The two and only sexual dreams I have and they're a day apart. If I'm honest, I'm disturbed by these only because insecurities such as trust, rejection and my own self image are issues which have caused me significant troubles, but only before I became involved in relationships. Now I'm provoked into reassessing them all over again.

No more dreams about sex, please, I was rather content with scalectrix, ice-cream and 50ft robots.

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80s candy bars were pretty good

only because i traded it for a candy bar in the 80's.

lol we all know you don't have a soul ghoti

my soul for some carbs...

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