quietdriver3 said:Why don't you feel better after watching a movie about immature jerks? Shouldn't you be happy you aren't one of them? Or...? 😁
Well, usually artists have trouble directing their feelings toward what's right in front of them—it’s much easier for them to just blast their energy into something vague. So, I guess it’s not really Sellers' fault he turned out that way. Because if he hadn't been like that, they never would have made a movie about the life and death of Peter Sellers, and then he wouldn't be famous and this whole topic wouldn't even exist. 😢
Besides, it's a lot more interesting to watch movies about jerks. They feel more real somehow—since almost everyone is a jerk at some point, whether it's to one person or everyone else. So when we get villains, we get a more realistic reinterpretation, a more engaging film, and maybe even something totally original.
For instance, if someone made a movie about Tori Amos, showing how she rose from extreme poverty and nothingness by using her kindness and talent, you'd end up with one boring little flick that wouldn't stand out from the crowd. It just wouldn't satisfy our voyeuristic needs. To satisfy the voyeur in you, you have to see something about a person that you haven't seen before. Like, it would be way more interesting to make a film about Tori Amos where she uses the fact that she was nearly assaulted as a way to break onto the big stage, taking song ideas from the broken hearts she leaves in her wake 🙂…
Hahaha, I must say, I’ve truly missed seeing your posts pop up in my feed. It felt like a bit of a void was left without them. No, first it just makes me absolutely livid, and then I start thinking... God's probably off on some "business trip" somewhere, and honestly, I can't even blame Him. 😁
It seems to be a recurring pattern that artists struggle to direct their emotional energy toward those in their immediate orbit; it’s far easier for them to project all that raw intensity toward some vague, nebulous concept. In that sense, you can't really blame Sellers for being the way he was. If he hadn't possessed that specific, difficult temperament, we never would have seen a film chronicling the life and death of Peter Sellers, because he wouldn't have been famous enough to warrant such an exploration—and frankly, this entire discussion wouldn't even exist.
Yes, hmmmmm. This might sound a bit heavy-handed, but if you ask me, those aren't true artists. Anyone who has actually attempted to create something understands exactly where genuine inspiration originates. It stems from a deep sense of consciousness and a profound empathy for the world around you. I have this nagging feeling that when someone creates work without having fully realized that part of themselves, what they produce comes from some sort of hollow, artificial center.
When it comes to Sellers's transgressions, I find myself willing to forgive just about anything in a person—truly, my patience is vast. However, once I see someone behaving like absolute trash toward their own children, all bets are off. At that point, there is simply no coming back from it. 😠
Frankly, I find watching films centered around absolute scoundrels to be far more compelling. There’s an inherent honesty to them—after all, most people are jerks at some point, if not to everyone, but certainly to at least one person in their lives. When a screenwriter dares to lean into truly villainous characters, we get a much more authentic reinterpretation of the human condition. It results in a significantly more engaging cinematic experience and, in my estimation, a much more original piece of storytelling overall.
I wouldn't say that's the case for me. Honestly, I’m a bit of a mess myself—I don't exactly walk around seeking out deep, meaningful conversations—but there is something about repentance. To me, that sense of atonement is often the most cherished and authentic moment in all of art. 😳
Suppose someone decided to produce a biopic about Tori Amos—specifically focusing on how she clawed her way out of absolute destitution and obscurity by leveraging nothing but raw talent and pure kindness. Honestly? It would be a dreadfully dull little production that wouldn't even make a dent in the cultural zeitgeist. Why? Because it fails to satisfy our innate voyeuristic urges. To truly feed the voyeur living inside all of us, you have to reveal something scandalous, something hidden, something we haven't already dissected. If you actually wanted to make something gripping, you’d take a much darker route. You’d craft a film about Tori Amos where she weaponizes the trauma of her near-assault to catapult herself onto the global superstar stage, perhaps drawing her lyrical inspiration from the trail of broken hearts she leaves in the wake of those men she’s crushed along the way. Now *that* would be a movie worth watching.
Oof, you’re hitting right where it hurts—straight for the heart of the matter. 😉 😁 Hmph. Look, I listen to an immense variety of music, and it makes me acutely aware of the different spheres of sound—and, more importantly, how many of you people out there simply aren't auditory types. 😁 unfortunately you aren't 😉)). Now, Tori Amos obviously isn't Mother Teresa, but if I were in your shoes, I wouldn't be so flippant about trying to dismantle the mystery 😁. What one can actually learn from listening to Tori Amos is that the film is, quite frankly, utterly useless in so many respects. To attempt to craft a movie based on the vision you described is nothing more than a pedestrian, almost profane way of looking at something that is as vast and wondrous as space itself 😳. Not that it isn't an engaging topic, mind you, you know 😂
Henry Campbell5 said:Let me put this simply: just because the lead is a "shallow, immature pig" (?!) doesn't mean the movie sucks. Judging an entire film after twenty minutes leads to one conclusion: either you're being dense, or you're totally lost. Yup.
🤣 Look, kid, please don't try to lecture me on what constitutes "stupid." :P Seriously, what kind of behavior is that toward women? 🙂 Go ahead and take your antisocial little tantrums somewhere else. 😉 😏
Look, I realize I'm being a bit unfair to you mere mortals, but my internal compass—which is currently marching far away from you—is telling me that wasting my precious time on a fool like Sellers won't do a single thing to make my existence any more profound 🙄. And frankly, I fear that anyone who bows down to "creativity" without possessing even a shred of actual taste is part of the lowest tier of society 😢. At least, that’s everything I managed to glean from those twenty minutes that Sellers was actually capable of delivering. As for the film itself, I couldn't care less; the imagery was so incredibly crude it practically hit me in the face. 😳
I hope Henry Campbell5 and I are still providing some level of entertainment for you all; otherwise, please accept my apologies for this tedious, mainstream nonsense. 😛
Good grief 🙄 I sat through about 20 minutes of that movie yesterday and reached a pretty definitive conclusion: the lead actor was nothing more than an immature, obnoxious brat. Honestly, I can't decide if the film itself is just fundamentally moronic, or if you people are all living in a complete delusion. 🙂 Pardon me, astronaut 🙄
Alright, here are my two heavy hitters from this year's breakout list:
First up, Hannah Fury ~ Through the Gash
Listening to this album feels like stepping into a dense forest in the Pacific Northwest right after a heavy rainstorm—that thick, damp scent fills your lungs while you listen to the tales of a girl whose heart is constantly teetering on the edge of being swallowed by the dark. It leads you down a path where you'll likely lose your footing trying to decode all those obsessive mysteries 😳. These tracks feel like they’re writing themselves, exploring demons, fixations, and the raw question of who we actually are underneath it all 🙂))
The second one is Polly Jean Harvey ~ White Chalk
Man, this record is a total masterclass in sorrow; it's designed to mess with your head 😁. It drags you through desolate landscapes, winding backroads, and sheer uncertainty, treating melancholy as an inevitable final destination. But strangely enough, by the end, it becomes that one friend you need when you're feeling isolated—a weird sort of blessing 😍 and just indescribably beautiful.
quietranger14 said:Honestly, I’d rather just take a wooden spoon to the head—or maybe let my mom handle that part for me. 😬
I’m clearly a hypocrite with zero authority here—coming in to lecture a kid when I don't have all the answers myself... but hey, at least I'm trying, right?
😘 😘 😘
Wow, what a lovely little bond we've formed here 😍
As for me, I’ve stopped trying so hard. These days, I just let the world spin while I soak in this whole magical experience 🙂. Sure, I still check my inbox every single day like clockwork 🙂, but now things simply ARE 🙂 . So, believe me when I say I know exactly what I'm talking about, you poor, misguided kid 😳
Look, quietranger14, you really need to talk some sense into these boys. 😍 😘
I’ve decided I’m going to write him a song instead. 🙂
Oh, poor little boy from the lowlands, your reputation precedes you in this kingdom of love. With your luck blessed by nothing but fool's gold, honestly, who could ever see you coming? 😍 Oh, poor little boy from the lowlands, bound by such a twisted fate, 😁 treading down a dusty, broken road. Oh, poor little boy, who could ever hope to claim a soul like yours? 🙂
William Scott18 said:Until you're 18, or maybe even 20, being the "cool guy"—loud, aggressive, and wild—is what draws girls in. That's what they fall for at that age.
After that, I'm not entirely sure what matters since I haven't quite hit that stage yet, but confidence definitely plays a huge part, and you build that during those early years.
That's why I say guys who have had girlfriends will deal with choices sooner, while those who haven't end up with lower confidence and are left on their own. It makes it harder to try, and even harder for girls to show interest. If you studied psychology, you might already know there's literature out there about this.
I'm not trying to lecture anyone, just stating facts—things are often much easier for women than they are for men.
quietranger14, I hope my college experience improves too, though I'm not expecting much. If you expect too much, you always end up disappointed.
For heaven's sake, kid, don't go reading that godforsaken, trashy literature. 🙂 I know firsthand what happened to me after I did. A few incurable mental states and a total breakdown. 😬 Those psychology textbooks filled with nothing but statistics are completely useless. Human beings are far more magnificent and complex than some data point. 😳
I don't know why you're worrying about being such a pushover; you've got enough aggression in you to power a stallion 😁 and enough irony to suggest you aren't just some naive child. 😛 Besides, being quiet and reserved isn't necessarily a flaw. 😍
who can know the thoughts of this sad man why he keeps quiet or drives out into the rain 🙂
What you really need to discover is the power to make a woman weep with joy just because she's with you. For that, you don't need psychology stats; you need a bottle of Evian, the spirit of a thoroughbred, and the heart of a lion. 😁 😁 😘
William Scott18, you’re such a pathetic little blue-haired kid. You actually believe the entire world revolves around how much swagger a guy has based on his car😛
I am genuinely worried about you, truly. I’ll offer up a prayer to the patron saint of lost causes to help clear a path for you😁 but honestly, that’s the extent of my influence. That is all I can possibly do.😘
As for me, I’m off to go investigate where my soul wanders off to whenever I fall into a depression.👋
and I 😍 quietranger14. Look, I’m currently spiraling into a depression, so maybe I’ll finally write something actually meaningful. Honestly, my previous posts probably sounded pretty incoherent 😁, but I swear they made sense at the time when I was typing them out 😛
@ sad boy. Your primary issue isn't that you don't have a girlfriend; your first mistake is that you simply don't know how to listen. Now, tell me you're READY TO LISTEN, and then maybe Auntie will give you some actual advice 🙂
Oh, and self-loathing. I've come to the conclusion that we all carry these deep-seated wounds... and sometimes we aren't even aware of why we hate ourselves or everything else. But the reality is that a specific trigger reopens an old wound, and it latches onto us like a leech, making us feel utterly worthless. But that is just a wound; we exist far beyond that pain. In the case of William Scott18, he thinks his unhappiness stems from being single, but that’s actually a trivial reason (he could technically live a full life without a partner and still find joy, but let's move past that). The real issue is that once that old wound is ripped open, he automatically assumes his entire existence is invalid, spiraling into a depressive, hopeless mindset that has become his default setting. It’s like that scene in 😁 where a second personality develops from the mud and takes over the main head. Well, the goal should be to build up that "true" head. That is step number one. Then there's the matter of the wounds and triggers themselves. I suppose some wounds never truly heal, but usually, help arrives from dimensions you least expect—and I don't mean God, though I have nothing against Him; rather, it's a reorganization of how we perceive the world, making it easier to navigate our crises 🙂. Escaping depression always feels mystical; it looks impossible, yet it is entirely possible. Or so says a former hopeless case.
This was just an example, not directed specifically at William Scott18, but more of a general observation 😁 I won't be talking to him until he admits he's willing to listen 😁
That was a beautiful post; you hit the nail on the head 😍
Honestly, that self-loathing can be an incredible catalyst, driving us to accomplish things we otherwise wouldn't dream of. It forces us out onto those backroads to hunt for the Truth—a path most people never wander unless they've been through their own personal hell. I know I might sound a bit cynical 😁, but I honestly don't know how else to articulate the shifts I've experienced within myself. So many people live in pure misery; so many lose their lives before they ever catch a glimpse of the light. Personally, I feel like I almost checked out for good. This world is designed to teach you nothing but how to inflate your ego, which is just a wasteland that many people crash into blindly. But what lies beneath that surface is damn incredible 🙏 🙏 I'm not talking about some Freudian unconsciousness 🙄 I'm talking about the soul 🙄 😁
Sure, psychology can teach you some rational coping mechanisms that actually work, but relying on logic alone is a bit like trying to rationally prove the existence of God—you’ll just end up stuck in an endless loop of doubt 😁. You have to go deeper than that. You need to descend into the depths of your own soul, remember exactly what you are made of, and witness the sheer magnificence of your own resilience.
I won't sugarcoat it: the next few years will likely feel like a freefall as you scramble to find help in every corner of the country. There will be moments when the pain and the sheer necessity of healing feel overwhelming, making everything look utterly hopeless. You'll find yourself choosing to let losers and assholes who don't know the first thing about you mess with your most vulnerable spots 🙄 😢. But then, one day, it will finally click. You'll realize your own worth, and that epiphany will hit you with the force of a massive investigative breakthrough 😁. Every agonizing step of this journey will prove to be worth it, simply because you'll still be standing here to tell your story to someone else who needs to hear it.
If you're looking for a starting point, you might actually find some solace in the book *Women Who Run with the Wolves* .
I understand. I dealt with this disorder for three years. It is incredibly tricky, but honestly, the silver lining is that you aren't vomiting; if you were, pulling yourself out would be a hundred times more difficult.
I can't offer you any concrete advice. I actually studied psychology, and in my life, I have cycled through over ten different therapists, yet nothing showed even a hint of progress regarding my five or six diagnoses 😬. That is why I cannot give you any reliable guidance, unfortunately—my case is completely atypical.
But I will try; who knows, maybe something I say will ring a bell, and it would be foolish of me not to attempt it.
So, there is a way to control food intake, but that involves addressing the problem from the outside. Unless you are an exceptionally self-disciplined individual, it won't work. Some people are lucky enough to be highly rational. For the rest of us, where irrationality and emotions dominate, it isn't going to be that easy. You simply cannot fight a lack of self-control by using the method of self-control itself. It is a total paradox; you cannot "practice" self-control. You have to start solving things from the inside, and as for the external factors, like physical appearance, you just have to let them go. Of course, that is a very long process, and it is easy to stumble. But every time you stumble, the illness is prolonged. It doesn't sound particularly cheerful. In my case, the illness essentially resolved itself over about six months when I finally stopped fighting it and just surrendered to it. I quit the dieting and told myself, "Fine, I'll eat as much as I want." During those first few months, I gained a few pounds, but then suddenly, something shifted. The mechanism that had been broken due to constant cycles of starving and bingeing reactivated. My body began demanding less and less food until it eventually returned to normal.
I have never heard of anyone else recovering this way, so I am making no promises. However, it makes sense to me that such extreme dieting can scramble your system so badly that it rebels against you and tries to force you to overeat.
Naturally, you also need to address psychological issues simultaneously. That mechanism of self-loathing you are unfortunately carrying within you is the primary driver of this entire problem. As for the self-loathing, I am certain you will overcome that. A good psychotherapist could be your best asset there. And a good partner. And good friends. Even medication isn't off the table; for me, it was Fak, and it truly saved me. Don't dismiss their value just because they are "only chemistry." The people you choose to trust must be positive individuals. Don't let some therapist brainwash you. They shouldn't force you to relive your traumas over and over. Only love conquers demons. One day, you will realize how much you are worth. Just keep searching, searching, searching. There is a place you will reach one day where you will be able to call yourself beautiful. All this darkness of depression and hatred will vanish, and the light will shine through. I swear it.
placidlynx23 said:but hey, it's all about "everyone having their own opinion" and "freedom of speech." just wonderful 🙂
Oh, goodness, placidlynx23, how on earth am I supposed to extract all that cyanide from your mouth? 😛 Why don't you enlighten us with your profound philosophy regarding art? 😘
Forgive me, I'm terribly bored and apparently tasked with saving the world. 😵
I completely agree that seeking out a therapist is necessary. I was actually thinking of this as an additional layer of support rather than a replacement. In my opinion, you might find psychoanalysis particularly rewarding because you are such an intelligent and articulate woman. Even though standard psychology programs will probably try to dismiss it, don't let them pigeonhole you; I truly believe psychoanalysis offers the most holistic approach to understanding a person, even if it’s far from being a strictly "hard science." Plus, you just need some love. 😉
My advice would be to reach out to Bradley Reed60 . She knows an absolutely stellar therapist
Brenda Smith said:Look, I honestly think Lynch is a director made specifically for true fans—those people who take pride in actually grasping his vision and want to show they get what he's doing. The reason I love him is that he crafts these twisted fairy tales for adults. You just know that eventually, some gentle, uplifting music will swell, and there'll be some kind of happy ending... in that classic Lynchian way, of course.
Like I mentioned before, this particular film didn't really do much for me, but I have to say, his choice to shoot with a digital camera felt surprisingly fresh. It didn't bother me at all; if anything, watching those tight close-ups on the faces was pretty engaging. I don't really agree with the idea that those shots—you know, those long, dark hallways—would have worked better with a "traditional" camera. To me, the digital look adds this extra layer of unease.
Oh, I forgot to mention—it feels like his obsession with transcendental meditation is bleeding right through this movie. A couple of times, I found myself trying to imagine what his actual stream of consciousness looks like while he's meditating. I guess I ended up getting bored then.
Haha, 😁 true regarding that... he really did end up becoming a merchant of messages, which is ironic considering how much he used to dread that very fate.
😘 I am so incredibly sorry for the delayed response.
It isn’t even the first time I’ve reached out like this, mostly because I have these nagging doubts about whether my perspective actually carries any weight for anyone else. To be honest, I find myself questioning if I’m just being paranoid again. 😁
But look, I think what Nemruth said was spot on: one way we can actually combat destruction is through construction. We need to build something—some kind of art. I truly believe that those of us who have endured our own version of a personal Calvary (and while mine might not mirror yours exactly, let me tell you, it was hell) have a responsibility to create something beautiful. At least at the start. It’s the only way to find a way to identify our truest selves within the work. Plus, art serves as such a vital tool for exploring ourselves and the world, which ultimately makes us less dependent on whatever chaos is happening around us.
As for me, I’ve got demons and some pretty hideous monsters rattling around in my head. 😢 For instance, like you mentioned regarding that intense jealousy toward a friend—I spent over twenty years thinking that bitterness was simply my core identity. That was a nightmare. It wasn't until art, specifically the immersion of music, finally opened a window for me that things shifted. My hope is that I can eventually wrap these monsters and demons up and transform them into something beautiful. I want to successfully forge a new version of myself, perhaps even with a bit of a tacky halo hovering over my head.
I thought maybe this might offer you some small measure of comfort. Please know that I feel for you, deeply and profoundly. 😘
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