Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

So, years ago, right after I started watching Alias, I watched Mulholland Drive. I watched it because Melissa George was in it, and also Justin Theroux, both of whom I really, really liked.

I didn't get it, but that was okay. No one gets it. There are entire websites trying to analyze it. But while watching it, I was like, LOL, I don't get it, but it's well done!

Well. I'm watching it on TV, and there was just this scene where a bunch of studio dudes, including Cher's father from Clueless, tell Justin Theroux he needs to put Melissa George in his movie. And all I could think of was Kirk's movie in black and white, with the weird editing and intense closeups, because THAT IS WHAT THIS MOVIE IS LIKE. KIRK MADE MULHOLLAND DRIVE.

[in the middle of a conversation about WWII movies and love triangles, including Pearl Harbor, natch]

Me: Yeah, maybe this happens in real life, but I've never seen it; it happens in the movies all the time: when someone's significant other dies or leaves or whatever, and then they decide to move on before they're completely over said significant other.
Esther: This is true.
Me: AND IT NEVER WORKS OUT WELL. Wait till you're over someone, Kate Beckinsale's character and Michael Vaughn.
Esther: [dreamily] Ohhhhh Vaughn.
Me: I'm okay with him moving on, honest, it's just that he was still butt-crazy in love with Syd.
Esther: But he thought she was dead!
Me: Yes, but still loved her more than he should've!
Esther: [scowling] He did move on fast.
Me: Yeah, it served him right that Lauren was a Cylon. [pause] Secret agent. Not a cylon. Wrong show.
Esther: Oh Lord.

Dear BSG,
I'd say "get out of my head," but I feel that without you, my head would float clear from my body with nothing in it to hold it down. In other words, CALM THE FRAK DOWN.
Love,
Me


This conversation came about because last night TCM played The Fighting Sullivans, a movie about the real life Sullivan Brothers that destroys me like nothing else. No, really. I defy you to read about them and not get destroyed. I saw the movie when I was a kid and was like, decimated, and after last night's viewing experience, I am never, ever watching it again. I don't cry over things in real life; my emotional escape valve is through stories- be they movie, television, based in reality or total fiction. In this case, the story being real made it all the more destroying.

(It's a really good movie, though. Apparently my roommate heard Robert Osbourne say that the movie was made in 1944 and said, and I quote, "I've never seen a movie this old!" to which I almost fainted. According to her, old movies are from the early nineties. I AM NOT KIDDING. Anyway, she liked it a lot, which was surprising.)