Waxing Ashes

There is no way around it this time. This post is due completely to my obsession with one Robert Pattinson. In an effort to feed the obsession, Jean and I made it a point to see Little Ashes on opening night. Basically this movie made me really smart.

Here are a few things I learned:

Salvadore: arrogant genius: good with his hands 

Frederico: sentimental poet: worthy of obsession

Luis Bunuel: makes a movie with boobs in it: homophobic? redeemably political

And for being a movie about love between two men, the female to male naked front was totally skewed! At least they left out the high speed car chases.

RP may have shed his vampire skin for this role, but I was unable to shed my Twilight obsession, and couldn't help thinking, as Jean pointed out, that there are similarities in the two characters. Dali is totally Edward a la dark side, if Edward drank Bella's blood and then went crazy from it. Or, Edward is Dali, recovering from past insanities, and when he finds love for the 3rd time in his existence, decides to latch on for good, so to speak. 

Back to the movie: The actors were able to procure appropriate emotional reactions from me: laughing and hyperventilating. However, when thrown all together, the narrative seemed rough --  it felt like they ran out of time (or money) to really tell the story, and there seemed to be some serious cut and paste action. If anything, the movie encouraged me to do some serious internet research (read: wikipedia) on Dali and Lorca, because I was a little confused by the end. Also important to this summary -- I was completely drunk. If I ever see it sober, I'll probably have to make another post.  

Anyway, I have gained some new obsessions.

Obsession Part A: Frederico Lorca (is dead and gone!).

Did you know Lorca wrote a play about an impossible love between a cockroach and a butterfly? Not only did the Clash mention him in Spanish Bombs, but The Pogues wrote a song about him getting shot. This doesn't surprise me, as almost every song by The Pogues is really depressing. When I first started listening to them, I thought them to be a happy, good time band... until I started reading lyrics. Ok. So I only read lyrics for a few songs, but after that I didn't have the heart to ruin the feel-good tunes by matching them with sad things like being spat on and shat on and losing your limbs. 

Obsession Part B:  Being a genius.

Though I may never grow a mustache and put flowers on it, I feel like I am off to a good start. 

I  am:

1. In love with Fredrico Lorca and others with whom it is physicially impossible for me to love. 

2.  socially inept. 

At work, Megan and I have decided to turn the bakery into a genius school. I'll let you know what I learn. 

Oh yeah, and last but not least, my work of genius: