Finally, after over a year, I'm finally updating my dormant account! For good old times' sake, I re-read and re-reviewed my previous posts and -- surprise, surprise -- I have been entertained. So, maybe, in a week or two, I'll write again with the same enthusiasm and randomness as I did when my "creative" (as opposed to "legal") juices were still, well, in my glass.
Oh, I also checked the logging activity of my recuperating blog, and -- surprise, surprise again -- I have readers and comment-ers. Shockingpalooza there. Though all of the comments were posted in only one of my old movie reviews, the remarks are very much appreciated. Most of them agreed that the movie's ending initially puzzled them, but, upon closer scrutiny, decided that it was unwaveringly clear. Yes, people, that movie's ending wasn't as bad as some critics put it. Well, at least, on our side.
When watching movies, I always tell myself that even when the credits are rolling -- despite the last scenes being seemingly conclusive -- the story subsists. Evidently, one may construe a narrative differently; however, it is ultimately the viewer who decides what really happens. After all, nothing's plain black and white nowadays.
Speaking of movies and endings, one of the trending topics in Twitter weeks ago was "favorite movie quotes". I would have easily tweeted that line from the ending of American Beauty when Kevin Spacey's character was shot and his life flashed back seconds before he died. There was a mention of a balloon bursting and of life being too beautiful. Unfortunately, the entirety of that quote did not go well with Twitter's character limit, so I bailed out of the trending caravan. Nonetheless, it was an exemplary ending: visually crimson, emotionally raw, and plainly real.
Anyhow, so much for that. I'll be going back to my weekend corner. And, oh, Peter Pan still has the best ending 'cause it really has none.
