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Secret Window
Just saw Secret Window. Dragged Boyfriend to it. He shrugged and "umphed" at it. I adored it. Oohhhhh I loved it *G*
I haven't read anyone's reviews on it yet- I refuse to compromise my opinions by doing that. LOL But I'll cut since I know just a few of you have seen it.
So, I loved it. It was a little bit Fight Club and a little bit Adaptation. I'd seen a lot of the concepts before- the madness, the cigs, the character running away, the sleeping and blocking it out of your memory, etc. But the thing that I really liked about it was that it expressed those old tricky elements in a way I could relate to. I wanted to see the movie way way before I ever knew Johnny was going to be in it... I'm sooooo in love with movies about writers. I WANT to be an eccentric writer in a cabin going mad. I really do! I want to be a J.D.Salinger recluse. So seeing Johnny in that role was fantastic. Yummy boy *ruffles Mort's hair* But the whole idea was expressed well and I was hooked from the beginning with the story within the story. I wanted him to have written it... I wanted that evidence. I wanted to see it in print in the magazine. I grew desperate for a copy. Of course I was also taken in by his plight. I was scared for him, and sad for him. I was annoyed at Ted and his wife. And I WANTED to see him be able to stand up to them. I did enjoy the possible twist of Ted being in charge... Mort desperately grasping for reason. When art and stories are never, ever reasonable. And characters are NEVER controllable. I loved Shooter. He scared me to death... and I WANTED him to be Mort's. I wanted Mort to have created him, to have reached inside of himself and "cut" that out, like he cut out the story.
I loved the little writing details throughout. How he should be paying attention to the details- that if readers DID, there would be NO mystery in a mystery story. But most stories exist successfully because readers DON'T stop and pay attention to those details. The story isn't in the details... it's in the plot. And at the climax, readers don't want to go back and think it through like Mort didn't. I loved the two titles... as someone who SUCKS at titles, that really struck me. How a story can exist on different levels at different times just because they are different titles. The title really makes the story unique and spin's the reader's perceptions of it. If the two stories had had the same title, there wouldn't have been a mystery in that. Even with most of the same words, they were still different stories with different titles. And 'Secret Window' or 'Secret Window, Secret Garden'... I like those titles. Windows to the soul... looking down on gardens. Gardens are where things are born, created. Where things are grown to be devoured, just like stories are created and then devoured. And a secret way of looking in on that creation... the secret no one knows about. That way of looking at what he was creating and what he was becomming... just like they became the corn. That secret way of looking inside of yourself, cutting yourself open and letting your characters out, giving them control to help you create. Giving them control over your life to devour you. Yeah... ohhhh yeah. I like that title much much. Damn good.
And he's SO right. The ending's what's important. The details all come together to form the ending. That's what the people care about. That's what makes it. If the ending isn't perfect, the story isn't perfect. It makes the story the story.
And the ending here was great. NO way it could have ended any differently. I WANTED Mort to murder his wife. He couldn't sign the d-i-v-o-r-c-e *giggle* papers because then they wouldn't be married and the short story would be wrong. The movie HAD to end the way it did, and I soooooo wanted him to do it. I soooo wanted him to become his character and do it and get away with it. It takes a special bad guy gor me to want to root for the bad guys to do evil things... but Mort was certainly one of them. I was caught up in the need for that perfect ending. Everything depended on it. It had to be perfect. It could only end one way. Divorce wasn't an option, settling it nicely wasn't an option. It was the only way it could go, and Mort had to become Shooter because that was the only way he could make it happen. No matter how much terror had happened... once the ending came... all was resolved. Everything was perfect. I was happy. Mort was happy. I was happy because Mort was happy.
I liked the movie. I was caught up in it and enjoyed it... and all of Johnny's little things like shaking the phone and all, very well done. heehee I love all his accents. LOL But, yeah, I don't think I would have enjoyed it nearly as much if I didn't want to be a writer. I have a soft spot for crazy writers. I have voices and images in my head all the time. And I talk to myself when I'm alone... I talk to my cat a LOT... but he understands me. LOL Yeah. I could totally relate. And Johnny was adorable as ever. Lots of little yummy things in his performance.
Anyway. I Loved. Very realistic to me... very compelling... beautifully storytelling with just enough detail so that smart people could figure it out WAY back in the beginning, normal people could figure it out when he starts nagging himself in the car about the details after the pages were cut out, and stupid people could be all shocked when they spell out SHOOT HER on the wall. I love stories like that. Where you can just sit back and understand and then FEEL people around you getting it, too. Slowly but surely, they all eventually figure it out. Just at their own time, at their own moment, with lots of opportunities to do so. Makes it a different experience for everyone. Which is, after all, what storytelling is all about. Gah. Perfect. I loved.
When we got out of the theater I asked Boyfriend how he liked it. I told him I loved it as a writer, and he said something like "Yeah, I thought of you right from the beginning. With all those naps and not getting dressed and getting up to write... that's how you are right now." I replied dreamily with "I SOOO want to be that person!" and he said "You ARE that person!" Only problem is, I don't get paid for it currently. But I want that lifestyle. Badly. I haven't slept in my bed in, like, a month. I just crash on the couch with little naps. Haven't used an alarm clock in such a long time. And I'm SO particular about my pillows. Good gods I want to live the life Mort had. LOL Secluded cabin... comfy couch... computer... "No bad writing!"... and a dog/cat or two to keep me company. Awww Totally me! Course I wouldn't mind a guy to share it with... so long as he didn't mind my crashing on the couch a lot heehee
I haven't read anyone's reviews on it yet- I refuse to compromise my opinions by doing that. LOL But I'll cut since I know just a few of you have seen it.
So, I loved it. It was a little bit Fight Club and a little bit Adaptation. I'd seen a lot of the concepts before- the madness, the cigs, the character running away, the sleeping and blocking it out of your memory, etc. But the thing that I really liked about it was that it expressed those old tricky elements in a way I could relate to. I wanted to see the movie way way before I ever knew Johnny was going to be in it... I'm sooooo in love with movies about writers. I WANT to be an eccentric writer in a cabin going mad. I really do! I want to be a J.D.Salinger recluse. So seeing Johnny in that role was fantastic. Yummy boy *ruffles Mort's hair* But the whole idea was expressed well and I was hooked from the beginning with the story within the story. I wanted him to have written it... I wanted that evidence. I wanted to see it in print in the magazine. I grew desperate for a copy. Of course I was also taken in by his plight. I was scared for him, and sad for him. I was annoyed at Ted and his wife. And I WANTED to see him be able to stand up to them. I did enjoy the possible twist of Ted being in charge... Mort desperately grasping for reason. When art and stories are never, ever reasonable. And characters are NEVER controllable. I loved Shooter. He scared me to death... and I WANTED him to be Mort's. I wanted Mort to have created him, to have reached inside of himself and "cut" that out, like he cut out the story.
I loved the little writing details throughout. How he should be paying attention to the details- that if readers DID, there would be NO mystery in a mystery story. But most stories exist successfully because readers DON'T stop and pay attention to those details. The story isn't in the details... it's in the plot. And at the climax, readers don't want to go back and think it through like Mort didn't. I loved the two titles... as someone who SUCKS at titles, that really struck me. How a story can exist on different levels at different times just because they are different titles. The title really makes the story unique and spin's the reader's perceptions of it. If the two stories had had the same title, there wouldn't have been a mystery in that. Even with most of the same words, they were still different stories with different titles. And 'Secret Window' or 'Secret Window, Secret Garden'... I like those titles. Windows to the soul... looking down on gardens. Gardens are where things are born, created. Where things are grown to be devoured, just like stories are created and then devoured. And a secret way of looking in on that creation... the secret no one knows about. That way of looking at what he was creating and what he was becomming... just like they became the corn. That secret way of looking inside of yourself, cutting yourself open and letting your characters out, giving them control to help you create. Giving them control over your life to devour you. Yeah... ohhhh yeah. I like that title much much. Damn good.
And he's SO right. The ending's what's important. The details all come together to form the ending. That's what the people care about. That's what makes it. If the ending isn't perfect, the story isn't perfect. It makes the story the story.
And the ending here was great. NO way it could have ended any differently. I WANTED Mort to murder his wife. He couldn't sign the d-i-v-o-r-c-e *giggle* papers because then they wouldn't be married and the short story would be wrong. The movie HAD to end the way it did, and I soooooo wanted him to do it. I soooo wanted him to become his character and do it and get away with it. It takes a special bad guy gor me to want to root for the bad guys to do evil things... but Mort was certainly one of them. I was caught up in the need for that perfect ending. Everything depended on it. It had to be perfect. It could only end one way. Divorce wasn't an option, settling it nicely wasn't an option. It was the only way it could go, and Mort had to become Shooter because that was the only way he could make it happen. No matter how much terror had happened... once the ending came... all was resolved. Everything was perfect. I was happy. Mort was happy. I was happy because Mort was happy.
I liked the movie. I was caught up in it and enjoyed it... and all of Johnny's little things like shaking the phone and all, very well done. heehee I love all his accents. LOL But, yeah, I don't think I would have enjoyed it nearly as much if I didn't want to be a writer. I have a soft spot for crazy writers. I have voices and images in my head all the time. And I talk to myself when I'm alone... I talk to my cat a LOT... but he understands me. LOL Yeah. I could totally relate. And Johnny was adorable as ever. Lots of little yummy things in his performance.
Anyway. I Loved. Very realistic to me... very compelling... beautifully storytelling with just enough detail so that smart people could figure it out WAY back in the beginning, normal people could figure it out when he starts nagging himself in the car about the details after the pages were cut out, and stupid people could be all shocked when they spell out SHOOT HER on the wall. I love stories like that. Where you can just sit back and understand and then FEEL people around you getting it, too. Slowly but surely, they all eventually figure it out. Just at their own time, at their own moment, with lots of opportunities to do so. Makes it a different experience for everyone. Which is, after all, what storytelling is all about. Gah. Perfect. I loved.
When we got out of the theater I asked Boyfriend how he liked it. I told him I loved it as a writer, and he said something like "Yeah, I thought of you right from the beginning. With all those naps and not getting dressed and getting up to write... that's how you are right now." I replied dreamily with "I SOOO want to be that person!" and he said "You ARE that person!" Only problem is, I don't get paid for it currently. But I want that lifestyle. Badly. I haven't slept in my bed in, like, a month. I just crash on the couch with little naps. Haven't used an alarm clock in such a long time. And I'm SO particular about my pillows. Good gods I want to live the life Mort had. LOL Secluded cabin... comfy couch... computer... "No bad writing!"... and a dog/cat or two to keep me company. Awww Totally me! Course I wouldn't mind a guy to share it with... so long as he didn't mind my crashing on the couch a lot heehee
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But I wasn't going to post the Remus fic onlist either because I wanted to be sure your and Meg's fics were read first. Mine's 30+ pages and will be posted in parts, so I didn't want to bury the other stories right away. Weekends on sneezefic are just so slow :-)
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But I suppose during the week people do have access at work/school and might visit the site to distract themselves from work. And on weekends they go out and do all the fun stuff they can't do at home during the week. So makes a little sense if that's the case. *shrug*
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