WHO. CARES.

Okay so I have the answer to the million dollar question posed in my last post, which is, does life imitate dreams or do dreams imitate life?

The answer is, of course, that there is no answer. It's a rhetorical question, silly. Posed to trick you. Into thinking deeply. About nothing.

Or maybe it's not a rhetorical question. Maybe there is an answer, after all. And maybe that answer is that all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Ever thought of that?

Me neither, but someone should write a poem about it.

Truth is we all live a double life--an emotional life and a physical life. Maybe they're on the same page, but maybe they're not.

Maybe our emotional life speaks to our physical life. Or reflects it. Or echos it. Or voices it. Or dictates it. Or. Or. Or.

Or maybe our physical life displays our emotional life. Or manifests it. Or reveals it. Or suppresses it.

Or maybe it's the last week of school so I'm punchy. Emotionally and physically punchy.

At any rate, who cares! Alls I know is I wish I was a plumber so I could fix everyone's leaks. But I ain't nothin but a dummy, so I'm just going to poke fun of movies instead.

My great movie challenge to watch 20 interesting films in May ended and I only watched 18 films--and some of them weren't even that interesting.

Namely Never Let Me Go.

It's the kind of movie that looks intriguing--like complicated-love-triangle intriguing--but isn't. It totally flat lined when it was time to deliver the goods. And yes, that's punny because as it turns out the goods delivered were internal organs, being that all the main characters were clones.

Yes, I said clones. Melancholy clones. Created to be nothing more than organ donors.

What I couldn't figure out was why didn't the melancholy clones just run away.

RUN AWAY, CLONES! RUN! A! WAY!

Main point of the movie: Clones are people too. And I totally agree, but who cares!?! Someone please make me care!


I also saw Hereafter, which was another disappointment.



There was a set of twins in this movie that completely stole the show. And the story. But otherwise I was like, WHO CARES!?

Will someone please. make. me. care!?

I also saw The Secret Life of Bees, which I did care about.


The problem was I had just finished reading the book, which I ADORED, so the whole time I watched the movie I was like, Rosaleen is supposed to be fatter. And cruder. And T-Ray should be meaner. And Zach forgot to tell Lily that he was coming back for her someday. And. And. And . . .

You get my drift?

But the BEST movie I watched wasn't really a movie at all. It was the 25th Anniversary Concert of Les Miserables. LOVED IT SO MUCH! Even more than I loved the 10th Anniversary Concert, which was a lot. It was so exciting I got chicken skin all over. And over.

Usually there are characters in that play that bug me a little bit. Like because their face is too weird, or their voice is too vibrato, you know. But this version is PERFECT. Absolutely perfect.

If I had to find one teensy weensy flaw it would be that Nick Jonas, who played Marius, didn't hold his notes. Or change his facial expression.

HOLD YOUR NOTES, NICK! This is broadway, not Regis and Kelly!

Don't let this photo fool you:

It looks like he's holding his notes and changing his facial expressions, but he's not.

This photo is more accurate:

But he's a cutie patootie, so WHO CARES!

The lesson I learned from watching so many interesting films during the month of May, is that there is a difference between emotional truth and emotional honesty. It's hard to be emotionally truthful, but it's way harder to be emotionally honest.

You get me?

Let me put it his way: Emotional truth doesn't always make me care, but emotional honesty always does. Even when Nick Jonas doesn't hold his notes.