August 27, 2006

there is nothing more alone than being in a car at night in the rain

Posted in books, movies tagged , , , at 11:23 pm by placeinthestars

L. and I went to see The Illusionist this evening. It was okay. I don’t think it was worth the $11 ($11 for a movie ticket! That’s obscene!) – it was slow and a bit obvious, but Paul Giamatti was quite good, and Edward Norton always is. And who knew Jessica Biel could act? She’s no Meryl Streep, but she was decent. I quite liked the score by Philip Glass.

There was a line around the block, which was shocking. I haven’t stood on line for a movie since the first time I saw Brokeback Mountain.

The best thing was the previews – Hollywoodland looks like it’s going to kick ass and redeem The Affleck from his place of scorn. Plus, Adrien Brody looks hot-tastic. And I am incredibly excited about All the King’s Men. So excited, in fact, that I pulled out my copy from my junior year of high school and flipped through it looking for quotes. Because “the story of Willie Stark and the story of Jack Burden are, in a sense, one story.” (p. 157) OMG! I have such high hopes for this movie.

There is nothing more alone than being in a car at night in the rain. I was in the car. And I was glad of it. Between one point on the map and another point on the map, there was the being alone in the car in the rain. They say you are not you except in terms of relation to other people. If there weren’t any other people there wouldn’t be any you because what you do, which is what you are, only has meaning in relation to other people. That is a very comforting thought when you are in the car in the rain at night alone, for then you aren’t you, and not being you or anything, you can really lie back and get some rest. It is a vacation from being you. There is only the flow of the motor under your foot spinning the frail thread of sound out of its metal gut like a spider, that filament, that nexus, which isn’t really there, between the you which you have just left in one place and the you which you will be when you get to the other place.

All the King’s Men, Robert Penn Warren, p. 128

Oh, Jack, always always trying to shift responsibility, trying not to see what you’re seeing, and to not know what it is you’re seeing.

I need to reread this book. Definitely a top five contender for “The Great American Novel.”



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