Wednesday, October 29, 2003

A barrel full of fish

Ah yes the desire to post.

What makes an adult an adult and a kid a kid? More specifically, why do adults not behave like kids? Or at least, disregarding all the bits about work, why do adults have fun in the ways they do? (no that's not a reference, shut up those of you sniggering in the background) If doing stupidly kiddy stuff is such fun, why don't more people do it? Does it have anything to do with a loss of innocence? (ditto) Are some things just not funny anymore after you've seen the real world? Will the rhetorical questions never end?

Maybe it's got to do with how adults are afraid of being judged. Do adults still think that doing crazy stuff is fun? Somewhere along the timeline of growing up, people start to try and 'act their age'. It's partly peer pressure and herd mentality, isn't it? Somewhere along the line you decide that certain loutish behaviour is irresponsible and selfish. So out go all the mischievous behaviour. or. or...or....

*horrified realisation* maybe adults do have fun like kids do, just that all the adults i know are really incredibly stiff and boring.

I'm only rambling and scratching the surface with my confusicated thoughts. What even gives us the moral authority to judge others? Why should we let the judgement of others influence our actions? Obviously in a practical sense you shouldn't go to work acting like a fish, because chances are you'd get fired, even if you can work twice as well as everyone else. But outside of the usual organisational jobs, if you're the boss of your own company, or, say, a scientist or a film director, people probably tolerate your behaviour if you can produce good stuff. Hmm. I guess it depends if the value of your output outweighs the mental anguish they suffer from having to listen to sounds of "bloob bloob" all day long.

Now that post didn't quite make any sense, did it? I'm just basically trying to figure out what sort of twisted director would make a movie such as kill bill, and actually manage to get it shown in cinemas. Perhaps the value of the movie was lost on me, but as arthouse flicks go, that one was really quite..... a waste of money. That movie seemed to be created more for the scriptwriter/director Quentin Tarantino than for audiences. There were some cool fight scenes, one set in a very zen landscaped jap garden covered in snow, complete with a mood setting miniature waterfall with a swinging automatically-overbalancing hollow bamboo! WOW! which was i think as good as the movie got. It reminded me a bit of the animatrix, not just coz of the jap influence and the anime-inspired sequence.... but also the fascination with spurting blood that featured in some of the animatrix eps. Also, the movie seems to be rather segmented, with rather different stories of uma vs girl 1, girl 2, etc. Which do try to redeem themselves by being arranged in a non-linear way, but still.... it didn't quite achieve the usual objective of making people go "huh?" and then "OHHHHHHHH!" later on in the movie.

I need a good cunning movie. Like The Usual Suspects. One that has an ending which will make you want to watch the whole movie again to see it in a new light. oh well.


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