Billy The Kid
Saturday, 11. August 2007, 12:20:41
My sister is such a hoe. I love her but jesus. EVERY time I announce my intentions of buying tickets for something, she wants to come. I ask her is she sure? Yes. I tell her the date and the time of the event. Yes she is free. I tell her the location and does she want me to pick her up on my way? Yes. She would like that. (Will she pay me back for the ticket? No she will not. But I buy it for her anway.)
But inevitably, the day comes, and she doesn't answer the door when I knock on it. She doesn't answer her phone. She is hungover. Or sleeping. Or at someone elses house. And she has left her ticket at her house. And she has locked herself out of the house.
I TOLD her Gotye's show was tomorrow. Admittedly I didn't know it was a matinee, but nevertheless, I told her many times. I bought the tickets. I drove into the city to pick them up with no reasonable chance of EVER getting a park only to have one materialize biblically like a burning bush, right out the front of the ticket office. I invited along another person to this event who I DONT want to be left alone with but enjoy within a group.
But of course, my darling sister has dropped out of the party. It's her boyfriend's birthday (apparently she didn't know this at the time of ticket-purchase) and she doesn't know how much she's going to drink tonight. But she evidently suspects it will be enough to prevent her from attending anything for the next 3 days. Damn that woman.
Also, today I saw a couple of documentaries as part of the Melbourne Film Festival.
Billy the Kid was the one I just loved.
There's not much publicity for this film in Australia, although I know it's got a lot in the US, winning the jury prize at SXSW, and it don't get much more indie-cool than that. But there's no media-on-the-SW-pulse here. So I didn't know too much about this film, except that it was about an "intriguing 15 year old growing up in small-town America."
So of course I assumed it would be one of those precocious borderline-genius kids that Americans are so fond of. He'd be self-important and misunderstood in his ignorant rural community, an uppity outcast at school and completely aware of the camera at all times.
Instead I just fell in love with this kid. He was so vulnerable and sweet and sincere when he said 'you might think to look at me that I'm a very tough cold person. But inside, I'm a very sensitive person. I think my eyes give it away.''
He just wanted to talk to everyone about horror movies and Gene Symonds, and his alcoholic father. Drink a coke, eat some chips, and hang out with his mum. (His mother by the way, was just amazing. If only every mother could be so wise and nurturing.)
I think because this film is so micro, it speaks so distinctly to the individual (depending on how much emotional distance they've put between themselves and their high school insecurities.) And therefore becomes so marco. These things that a kid goes through are the same the world over. It's just that this particular kid is so odd and transparent as he does it.
Loved it.
But inevitably, the day comes, and she doesn't answer the door when I knock on it. She doesn't answer her phone. She is hungover. Or sleeping. Or at someone elses house. And she has left her ticket at her house. And she has locked herself out of the house.
I TOLD her Gotye's show was tomorrow. Admittedly I didn't know it was a matinee, but nevertheless, I told her many times. I bought the tickets. I drove into the city to pick them up with no reasonable chance of EVER getting a park only to have one materialize biblically like a burning bush, right out the front of the ticket office. I invited along another person to this event who I DONT want to be left alone with but enjoy within a group.
But of course, my darling sister has dropped out of the party. It's her boyfriend's birthday (apparently she didn't know this at the time of ticket-purchase) and she doesn't know how much she's going to drink tonight. But she evidently suspects it will be enough to prevent her from attending anything for the next 3 days. Damn that woman.
Also, today I saw a couple of documentaries as part of the Melbourne Film Festival.
Billy the Kid was the one I just loved.
There's not much publicity for this film in Australia, although I know it's got a lot in the US, winning the jury prize at SXSW, and it don't get much more indie-cool than that. But there's no media-on-the-SW-pulse here. So I didn't know too much about this film, except that it was about an "intriguing 15 year old growing up in small-town America."
So of course I assumed it would be one of those precocious borderline-genius kids that Americans are so fond of. He'd be self-important and misunderstood in his ignorant rural community, an uppity outcast at school and completely aware of the camera at all times.
Instead I just fell in love with this kid. He was so vulnerable and sweet and sincere when he said 'you might think to look at me that I'm a very tough cold person. But inside, I'm a very sensitive person. I think my eyes give it away.''
He just wanted to talk to everyone about horror movies and Gene Symonds, and his alcoholic father. Drink a coke, eat some chips, and hang out with his mum. (His mother by the way, was just amazing. If only every mother could be so wise and nurturing.)
I think because this film is so micro, it speaks so distinctly to the individual (depending on how much emotional distance they've put between themselves and their high school insecurities.) And therefore becomes so marco. These things that a kid goes through are the same the world over. It's just that this particular kid is so odd and transparent as he does it.
Loved it.
WIDGETIZE