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evileTried to watch Saltburn last night with Thax; some of my friends on FB were saying it was 'so good!' It got to a part where the narrator/poor kid in the story is seducing the daughter of the house and she's having her period, and he's all like "I'm a vampire, baby!" and I had to nope TF out. That, just after the bathwater drinking....just too much.
I liked Rosamund Pike's character, and I enjoyed her in the Wheel of Time series, the movie was visually gorgeous, sets and costumes and cinematography-wise. The soundtrack was cool. The people were so awful, even the 'sympathetic' poor kid was awful.
Physically the actor playing Oliver reminded me of my friend Bad Pat, with whom I have some .. odd.... history. Wierdly obsessive and pointlessly dramatic movies kind of make me think of some of my past with him. (Dangerous Liaisons was kind of 'our' movie - me as Merteuil and him as Valmont I mean, we are adults and way past all that now but that whole 'no one knows how twisted and wicked we are except ourselves, we egg one another on in debauchery and know enough of one another's secrets that it's mutually assured destruction if we ever tell on each other' kind of speaks to me about the wierdness of some of our young adulthoods. Our parents were good friends and thought we were good kids, I encouraged and helped him to seduce some of my friends and then got bizarrely jealous when it worked, bla bla. )
And then the whole 'off to a rich school where people treat you like shit' gave me some Tulane feels.
My brain doesn't do anything so ordinary as remembering events in sequential fashion, but my heart does a pretty good job of remembering feelings. The emotions stirred by watching scholarship kid trying to make his way among a bunch of impossibly wealthy, beautiful, shallow idiots, not knowing how to dress or behave when staying at their obscene family estate just the shame, the awkwardness ....ugh.
Anyway. I had to stop watching. Too many icks.
I liked Rosamund Pike's character, and I enjoyed her in the Wheel of Time series, the movie was visually gorgeous, sets and costumes and cinematography-wise. The soundtrack was cool. The people were so awful, even the 'sympathetic' poor kid was awful.
Physically the actor playing Oliver reminded me of my friend Bad Pat, with whom I have some .. odd.... history. Wierdly obsessive and pointlessly dramatic movies kind of make me think of some of my past with him. (Dangerous Liaisons was kind of 'our' movie - me as Merteuil and him as Valmont I mean, we are adults and way past all that now but that whole 'no one knows how twisted and wicked we are except ourselves, we egg one another on in debauchery and know enough of one another's secrets that it's mutually assured destruction if we ever tell on each other' kind of speaks to me about the wierdness of some of our young adulthoods. Our parents were good friends and thought we were good kids, I encouraged and helped him to seduce some of my friends and then got bizarrely jealous when it worked, bla bla. )
And then the whole 'off to a rich school where people treat you like shit' gave me some Tulane feels.
My brain doesn't do anything so ordinary as remembering events in sequential fashion, but my heart does a pretty good job of remembering feelings. The emotions stirred by watching scholarship kid trying to make his way among a bunch of impossibly wealthy, beautiful, shallow idiots, not knowing how to dress or behave when staying at their obscene family estate just the shame, the awkwardness ....ugh.
Anyway. I had to stop watching. Too many icks.
