I am Jack's Feeling of Fascination
Saturday, April 16, 2005I am driving my grandfather's car, this squat, grey, 1988 Plymouth (not so)Reliant station wagon. (A K-Car, actually, if you know what those are.) And, as you know, I kept having problems with the electricity cutting off. Well, Monday I wore my grandmother's earrings...there was this one pair, gold, almost like a Celtic torque that she wore constantly. And my grandparents, through their lives, had an...interesting relationship. Basically, she was definitely the power in the household.
So, Friday, without the earrings, the car stopped on me twice.
Monday, with the earrings, I got home fine. Same thing Tuesday.
Now it could be the fact that I also did not turn on the radio...but nah.
I just finished watching Fight Club. I am a huge, huge fan of Chuck Palaniuck, there's something about his word crafting that is so raw, so real, you can't look away. (I reviewed two of his books, check it out, if you like, here...http://mostlyfiction.com/scifi/palahniuk.htm). So, if I keep saying, "I am Jack's " i'm not referring to the lovely Jack Aubrey, but to some lines in the movie.
It's a fabulous movie in some ways. Very interestingly shot, extremly good dialouge. Smart, cruel, funny, it asks us alot about ourselves. Tyler, (played by Brad Pitt) says to the narrator (Edward Norton) that the things you own own you...and the narrator tries to break himself free of this slavery. There is commentary on commercialism, on how we define ourselves through what we own, and what it truly means to have hit bottom that really struck a cord in me. How do we define our lives? How do we find release from the pressures that we are under every day? What really matters?
And in the end, do we simply replace one form of slavery with another?
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