Today I decided that instead of working on French I would watch movies. This is clearly a great idea, with no bad consequences at all, because it's summer and that's what you do. So I found the stack of movies I've borrowed from Ben (...not that that's a big stack or anything) and watched the first half of Moulin Rouge (because the last half is depressing) and then started on The Last King of Scotland because it has James McAvoy in it, and it's about Africa, and, I don't know, educational value, or something? Mostly because of James McAvoy.
I would just like to recommend now that you never, ever watch that movie.
I'm not saying I'm a great fan of gore or anything, but I loved 300 and I tend to really like zombie flicks, and, you know, those aren't exactly short of blood. But apparently things that involve blood and gore that are based on a true story just make me want to vomit all over the place. Maybe if I had read what the movie was about might have helped (uh, yes, he killed 300,000 people probably, so that's... not short of gore either is it) but anyway it's going along fine and you're thinking "sweet, James McAvoy in 70s suits, and... okay, I'm not totally happy with the white-man-as-savior vibe I'm getting here, or the fact that the only woman able to resist his considerable sexual wiles was white, but... this is fine!" and then people start getting shot, and that's sort of okay because you don't actually see anything, and then all of a sudden there are dismembered people and people hung from the ceiling by their skin, and now it is time to vomit, but you're too invested in the story to stop watching.
The moral of the story here is to stop watching movies where people get shot but that seems sort of simplistic, since that covers a lot of movies, including... most of James McAvoy's other movies, now that I think about it. I suppose it is edgy or something. I have always been determined not to be prudish in terms of movies, and my only hard-and-fast rule before now had been that I didn't watch things where suicide was a main plot point. But yeah, I'm not sure that I can really handle people getting hurt at all. Especially things that actually happened, or are so close to reality that it's hard to separate them. Because I am becoming more and more of a pacifist, and I can't think of a reason that people need to be killed in movies for our entertainment. Things like Robin Hood where it's armies fighting and there are definitely people killed, but no one seems particularly happy about that fact - that's allowed. People shooting other people point-blank and then laughing is not okay with me. Especially when drunk assholes in the theater start laughing when people are killed. Even in something stylized like Kick-Ass it is still not okay to laugh when people die. And I'm confused how this seems to escape people.
Sorry for the wall of text.
Anyway, in an effort to cheer myself up I set StumbleUpon to only look through wedding-related things (I'm a sucker for wedding photography) and I've decided my eventual wedding colors (in no less than ten years, don't get excited) are teal and red. So. Something good came out of this, right?
