I wanted so badly to enjoy this movie. The only reason that I can think of is that I had put off watching it for years (eight years, to be exact), just because it never seemed to be the right time to watch it. (You know, there is a right and a wrong time to watch movies.)
Vanilla Sky seeks to explore the painful narcissism of the main character, the search for endless youth and power, and to quench our thirst for the question: What is happiness? I shouldn't have expected for Crowe's film to answer my questions on happiness. After reading "Nichomachean Ethics" by Aristotle in an Ethics course last year, I gave up trying to understand others' interpretations. If Aristotle failed to explain it, Crowe's efforts were a long shot.
So Vanilla Sky sucked. Don't watch it unless you have incredible patience and are very quick at figuring out convoluted plots. And if you are like me and are quite bad at figuring out convoluted plots, don't worry--all is explained at the end by a creepy Ms. Marple-cartoonish man in a suit on top of a high rise. At least you get to end the movie feeling like a complete idiot for not having had the slightest idea of what was going on. Director shouldn't make movies amidst an existential crisis.
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In other news, I went and bought myself a harmonica at the ol' Inland Octopus (one of the best places in Walla Walla, guys). It cost me $5.99 plus tax, so I did not feel too bad about the very real possibility of never learning the craft.
But here I sit, sweating in my third-floor apartment, just having eaten rancid butter (hey, it tasted like bleu cheese, I thought it was delicious, okay?) working out my mouth. I just figured out "Clementine" and will sit here half the night to perfect it if I must.
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