Up until today, the non-thinking and brain-deadness that is in my head has been nothing but it. Then, came 'Angels in America' and my brain started up again like being heated up on a cold winter's night and it actually functioned for the first time after a rather long break.
I never gave much thought or consideration over watching a mini-series, especially one by HBO, but this intrigued me partly because I knew absolutely nothing about it except that Al Pacino and Meryl Streep was in it and there was some evangelical theme to it. So, obviously I just threw myself into it and it was really very good. I definitely should have no preconception notions of anything I'm going to watch in the future.
What striked me first and foremost about it was the absolute rawness of it all. There was no fakeness surrounding the characters or setting or plot. Okay, maybe there was some surrealness about the plot but there's always a bit of fantasism in television and movies. It's the first time since probably 'Nip/Tuck' that I've experienced similar great acting and emotionally driven script-writing.
Actors playing several different roles in a show is no easy feat but they managed to pull that off really well and convincingly enough. The myriad of characters were portrayed fantastically and I love the fact that almost all of them were crazy and insane in their own ways. Prior and Harper have some of the best lines in the movie but not forgetting Belize too who epitomises almost everything a stereotyped gay is and that makes him so much fun to watch.
I'm going to have to return this loaned DVD set but if you get the opportunity to watch it, definitely do not miss it. A very deserving and almost but not quite ten.
Inspirational shows are often a dangerous thing. I want to do stuff now. Stuff like walking aimlessly in a huge city park and talking about everything there is to talk and moan and complain about in the world. And to go frolick in the bitter coldness of Antarctica and meet an eskimo though I don't whether there are eskimos there. I also want to meet someone new or a stranger whom I can have a conversation with. Someone who has no preconceived perception of myself and I of him or her. Then we'd leave and act as though we'd never seen each other before but still know that we did and no one will ever know and it would be our little secret.
There's something bittersweet about being alone and not interacting with society except for the occasional meet-ups and things like that. It makes you think. Which sometimes isn't so good as your thoughts start to get muddled up and then you don't know what you believe anymore. And then you start getting ideas about leaving everything behind and starting afresh in a strange place where no one knows you. Next, you'll feel like your real life never really began. Not yet anyway. Like there's this barrier that you have to cross soon but you haven't gotten past it yet. And you just wish that the time will come just slightly sooner than you wish it had. Finally, you realize that there's nothing really much that you can do about it except to wait patiently for your number to be called so that your real life can begin already.
Sounds a bit too much like waiting hours at the bank to make a cash withdrawal or deposit. I really do have too much stuff in my head. If I don't empty at least half of the things in there soon, I'm pretty sure I'll start acting like Prior soon.
