I was sitting on the A train tonight and began to play my everyday game of "If this train were to stop RIGHT NOW and we were all about to DIE in 15 minutes, who would I FUCK." Sadly, the answer came up, "Nobody." There were no possible candidates of even marginal fuckability on that sad sad little train. So, there I was, the world about to end and so very alone.
I was coming back from a particularly rousing session of therapy with my hot, yet stern, the-rapist. My therapy sessions are on Thursday at 7:45 pm, so I kind of plan my whole day around it. I KNOW I'll be in Chelsea, so I take the opportunity to engage in some retail therapy as well. I go to the 6th Ave Barnes and Noble, the Bed, Bath and Beyond, Ricky's on 23rd and, and if feeling particularly weak-of-will, partake in the odd yellow-trash Boston Market 1/4th white chicken feast with macaroni & cheese, sweet potato casserole and a pittance of cornbread before my session.
Afterwards, usually go to see a movie which none of my friends wants to see...this week was SUPPOSED to be I Know Who Killed Me starring that lovable coke-whore, Lindsay Lohan, but somehow I resisted my natural leaning toward kitsch and went for something a little more meaningful...Namely, Parker Posey's new film Broken English.
It was the first time that I have cried at a movie since my last home viewing of the Color Purple, y'all!
Those who know me well know that I have almost EVERY line of dialog EVER SPOKEN by Miss Posey memorized. Hell, I even copied her hairstyle from the House of Yes. But, furrealz, this is her best film ever. Yes, she is hilarious. Yes, she is quirky. But, in this movie she is also so very REAL.
Forget judging a movie by it's byline or summary. This movie is for those of you longing to simply find someone to validate your existence, it's for those of you who are happy to remain single and independent and it's also for those that believe in being one half of a fulfillingly functional couple a la Hedwig's "Origin of Love"...this movie is sure to hit a nerve.
If you don't believe me, read this review from the more-hit-than-miss movie review site, www.pajiba.com , which touts itself as a site containing "Scathing reviews for bitchy people."
This movie does not preach a sermon or try to sell you any specific ideology. I don't really know more about "who I am" or "what I want in life", but I sure as hell feel less like an anomaly of human existence and more like a normal, modern, struggling AND YET still functioning human being.
