Well, now, what a topic we've stumbled into here. 😍
Do movies actually shape who we are, for better or worse? I can't help but wonder if we're all just a collection of cinematic tropes at this point. What’s your take on it?
It really depends on which one we're talking about, because I try my hardest to find at least one redeeming quality in every movie I watch. My grandfather, on the other hand, seems to have this uncanny ability to let every single film affect him negatively—and I mean absolutely every single one. It’s honestly impressive how he does it, especially since his whole thing is that he only ever wants to watch movies that are completely messed up.
Being John MalkovichHe spent days on end rambling about him—honestly, he can't even remember the guy's name anymore, yet he still won't shut up about it.
Groundhog DayHe’s actually convinced this is doable, and honestly, he had the nerve to tell my entire family that he went through something pretty much identical back when he was playing for the New York Knicks. 😵 Back at the start of January, he was watching...
I was thinking about The Exorcist again, and honestly, it’s one of those films that stays stuck in your brain like a bad habit. There's just something about that specific kind of dread that most modern horror movies can't quite touch, no matter how many jump scares they throw at you. It’s slow, it’s heavy, and it feels genuinely unsettling in a way that makes you want to keep the lights on just a little bit longer than usual. (I really messed this one up again). Honestly, during the house blessing, I spent a solid hour just listening to the priest drone on and on; does he even realize how much he’s talking, or is he actually aware of it? I can't help but wonder if they know about this over at Vatican City, and why the Vatican and Boanic keep all this stuff from the rest of us. 🤦 He basically insisted that I drop everything to watch this movie and report back my thoughts ASAP. This is a transcript from our phone call about three months ago—he woke me up around two in the morning because he apparently couldn't sleep.
Good grief, someone please help me out here—there’s this one movie that I just cannot shake, and it’s stuck on loop in my head.
"Seriously, Grandpa—what if Ruzin is actually Rosemary's Baby?"
It's definitely not Rosemary's Baby; this one’s actually lost his mind.
Which one?
Imagine some little kids just wandering down the street when they suddenly stumble right into a monster—you know, like one of those rabbits with those massive, creepy teeth.
Donnie Darko!
Which Darko?
Well, he passed away today. 😢 Well, Dennis Hopper is gone, may he rest in peace. 🙏 He claims that Frank Booth reminds him irresistibly of his grandmother. Honestly, the movie didn't quite land for me either; it left a million damn questions hanging in the air. Like, what is actually going on with him? What kind of sickness is he suffering from—is he just suffocating for lack of fresh air? And she isn't exactly healthy herself, so why on earth is she clinging to such a twisted portrayal? Anyway, I ended up losing it laughing during that scene with the ear.
It’s a straightforward story, really.He’s still going on about Alvin Straight—and if it isn't him, it’s just some other guy he’s obsessed with. It’s like he's stuck in a loop.
DarkoRegarding the whole saga with Straight, this guy is out here claiming that his late brother was actually Isidore—apparently, they were estranged for ages, and poor Ziggy ended up passing away just because this lunatic couldn't be bothered to see him. Now he’s going on and on about heading out to Alvin's grave to light a candle, and honestly, he’s been obsessing over this since March. You try explaining to him that Farnsworth is buried in the States, but it doesn't matter; he’s just busy picking out some identical lawnmower at Home Depot and preparing to head out on whatever wild journey he's dreaming up. He hasn't even clarified if he's just talking big or if he actually intends to roll up to that unfortunate cemetery in Lincoln, New Mexico, on a riding mower like Alvin Straight himself.
Therapists aren't doing much to help, and honestly, my family is just at their wits' end. Has anyone else dealt with something similar with their own relatives?
P.S. Sorry if that was a bit of a novel. 🙂
