Darkschunt 
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Heaven or Hell.
This weekend was a weekend of sad movies. On Saturday I saw Cheaper by the Dozen and on Sunday The Last Samurai and cried at both movies.
Now, is Ken Watanbe's character (Katsumodo) in The Last Samurai cool or what? Not to mention the guy who was playing Nobutada. That's what I like - cool warrior guys who go out and fight and die. And is it my imagination or did Tom Cruise look like he gained weight? I thought all that fighting would have made him fit.
It's not just sad movies this weekend either. Pierre La Mure's Moulin Rouge is that much more tragic than the movie by Baz Luhrmann. At least Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor were both good looking people who truly loved one another. Poor Henri Toulouse-Lautrec was an ugly crippled dwarf who longed desperately for love but couldn't find anyone (besides his mom, that is) who could give him that. Now that's suffering. But at least he was majorly talented, had tons of famous friends, and had a relatively good sex life (if not love life). did i just say that he suffered a lot? never mind!!!
some people are never grateful for what they already have *whine whine whine*
I went to some family reunion dinner today and it ended with a whole bunch of us sitting around the table playing blackjack. I lost money!!! To my own father!!! It's the same thing every year. I never win anything. It's time to start playing mah jong instead.
While at the dinner, I overheard some of the older generations going over a family tree my uncle was constructing. Apparently I am like the twenty-fifth generation or something, which means my family can't be that old. Unfortunately, things have come to a standstill in the family tree because the rest of the records are in some village in the Canton province in China where my great something grandfather came from and we can't get it because apparently there is some MONEY that my great something grandfather left after he died which was suppose to go to his first wife's family in China but...didn't make it there.
So apparently I come from a family of THIEVES and not some cool warrior-types with honor and stuff.
On Saturday, after watching The Last Samurai, a bunch of us went to Club 7 to shoot some pool. After dinner at Meng Tien, Amy, Ah Hong, Joy and I headed down to the park near Clarence's house to finish off the last of the fireworks (and the second bottle of red wine). There was a Chinese funeral going on at one of the houses nearby with lots of chanting and stuff, then they came over to the park to burn paper dolls and this big paper house and car so that the dead soul would have all that stuff in hell or heaven. We stayed in the dark shadows of the park to watch the fire; it was one of the most beautiful fires I've ever seen, with flames more pale gold than crimson or amber. When the paper house caught on fire, you could see the outlines of its structure burning, and it reminded me of the scene in Interview with the Vampire when Brad Pitt torched his New Orleans mansion. When the members of the funeral finally left the park, we left too, and drove off with the sounds of Evanescence's Imaginary playing while watching the funeral fire receding into the darkness.
This weekend was a weekend of sad movies. On Saturday I saw Cheaper by the Dozen and on Sunday The Last Samurai and cried at both movies.
Now, is Ken Watanbe's character (Katsumodo) in The Last Samurai cool or what? Not to mention the guy who was playing Nobutada. That's what I like - cool warrior guys who go out and fight and die. And is it my imagination or did Tom Cruise look like he gained weight? I thought all that fighting would have made him fit.
It's not just sad movies this weekend either. Pierre La Mure's Moulin Rouge is that much more tragic than the movie by Baz Luhrmann. At least Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor were both good looking people who truly loved one another. Poor Henri Toulouse-Lautrec was an ugly crippled dwarf who longed desperately for love but couldn't find anyone (besides his mom, that is) who could give him that. Now that's suffering. But at least he was majorly talented, had tons of famous friends, and had a relatively good sex life (if not love life). did i just say that he suffered a lot? never mind!!!
some people are never grateful for what they already have *whine whine whine*
I went to some family reunion dinner today and it ended with a whole bunch of us sitting around the table playing blackjack. I lost money!!! To my own father!!! It's the same thing every year. I never win anything. It's time to start playing mah jong instead.
While at the dinner, I overheard some of the older generations going over a family tree my uncle was constructing. Apparently I am like the twenty-fifth generation or something, which means my family can't be that old. Unfortunately, things have come to a standstill in the family tree because the rest of the records are in some village in the Canton province in China where my great something grandfather came from and we can't get it because apparently there is some MONEY that my great something grandfather left after he died which was suppose to go to his first wife's family in China but...didn't make it there.
So apparently I come from a family of THIEVES and not some cool warrior-types with honor and stuff.
On Saturday, after watching The Last Samurai, a bunch of us went to Club 7 to shoot some pool. After dinner at Meng Tien, Amy, Ah Hong, Joy and I headed down to the park near Clarence's house to finish off the last of the fireworks (and the second bottle of red wine). There was a Chinese funeral going on at one of the houses nearby with lots of chanting and stuff, then they came over to the park to burn paper dolls and this big paper house and car so that the dead soul would have all that stuff in hell or heaven. We stayed in the dark shadows of the park to watch the fire; it was one of the most beautiful fires I've ever seen, with flames more pale gold than crimson or amber. When the paper house caught on fire, you could see the outlines of its structure burning, and it reminded me of the scene in Interview with the Vampire when Brad Pitt torched his New Orleans mansion. When the members of the funeral finally left the park, we left too, and drove off with the sounds of Evanescence's Imaginary playing while watching the funeral fire receding into the darkness.
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