I did not make it a month without going to the movies. I almost did. I was one day short. It was February: the shortest month.
I was roped into Project X because all my friends were going. And as much as I love Raymond Carver, the idea of sitting on my concrete couch, reading “Blackbird Pie,” thinking about my friends laughing and cavorting with this supposedly hilarious party movie seemed fruitless.
An hour later, I walked out of the movie in a rage. I punched a wall. I cursed myself for my stupidity, my insanity – meaning doing the same thing again and again and expecting different results.
Many days have passed since I saw the first half of Project X and my anger has worn off. But I want to show you what I wrote in the theater and then outside on the street when the feelings were still fresh:
See now I’m starting to get angry. What don’t people understand about this? You’ve got to create characters that you care about. Otherwise it’s really boring. Why is Wayne’s World a great movie instead of just a funny one? Because you care about the characters.
Okay. I fucked up. I broke down. And I hate that feeling of “I’m bored now but maybe I won’t be bored in ten minutes.” That’s how I felt all throughout The Social Network. Then I walked out.
You know I love movies. It’s not that I don’t. I’m just tired of hollow characters. (Look up hollow.) Should I have been amused? A fat, wimpy kid talking about different ways to finger women: is that supposed to amuse me? Continue reading