Archive for January 23rd, 2006

It’s starts with an ‘S’ right here, and it’s a mile to the other ear

Yes, a smile goes a long, long way. I learned this while watching the children’s show “Ballooner Landing” when I was small. I also learned that hand-made puppets are creepy as hell on this show…but that’s a topic for another day.
As I was leaving work yesterday I happened to get on the service elevator with one of the hospital janitors that I’d met during the Christmas break. She was making some joke that wasn’t really funny, when she turned to me in the elevator and said, “Do you ever smile? I always see you working but you never smile.”
Now a number of thoughts ran through my head at this point…
“I don’t even KNOW you…”
“How much do you expect me to smile when I’m stocking body bags and IV solution in a ward?”
“This is my normal face. People would think I was nuts if I walked around smiling all the time.”
and so on…

Then I really got to thinking. Do I really look that grumpy when I work? I mean, I don’t talk to anyone except the two people I work with on the weekend because the rest of my shift I’m either checking supplies, loading them, or answering calls about them. Is there really that much of an occasion to smile while I work? I mean, sure if I’m reading or thinking or even talking about something funny I will smile and laugh, but is the rest of the population going around smiling all the time?

I highly doubt it.

I suppose I’m just used to strangers in the street generally not smiling unless they are with someone.

Perhaps I should start smiling more for no reason. I mean, I’m a happy person…I’m happy with life…why not smile? I think I’d get tired of smiling after a while to be honest. I wonder how grumpy I look when I’m relaxed. Apparently my relaxed face is almost identical to my angry face, which makes things interesting.

I don’t really have a problem with smiling at people on occasion that I don’t know. It’s really difficult though. Most people you smile at on the street or in the halls of wherever you may be generally don’t smile back for the most part. Are we all so scared of each other that we don’t even know how to react to someone smiling at us?

That really offers no explanation to why people seem so concerned about me not smiling. This isn’t the first time someone has said that to me either…even at the hospital. It really doesn’t make me want to smile any more than normal though when someone feels the humorous need to pipe up and tell me to strap on a Cheshire cat sized grin. I’ll smile when I feel like smiling.

I don’t really know how angry/indifferent I look because I’m not looking at myself all day. I don’t really know if I really think I should make an effort to smile more or not…

Is everyone else out there just walking around with a relaxed face like me, or am I oblivious to the smile fever that’s apparently missed me?

It’s Raining Men

I have finally seen Brokeback Mountain. The verdict? Ang Lee really makes a statement with this film. It’s a beautiful movie. Seeing the mountains reminded me of how lucky I am to live in this province, hell in this city. The sky shots re-inforced how beautiful our sunrises, afternoons, and evenings can be.
As for the story, I’d say it’s about time something like this came out. I think if the same plot had been applied to an affair between a man and a woman, this movie wouldn’t be making a tenth of what it has been. It’s a really simple story, and I think Ang Lee did this on purpose, because I don’t think audiences could handle a tough and gritty plot while watching Heath Ledger make out with Jake Gyllenhaal.
Which brings me to my main point:
Why in the hell would you go see this movie if you weren’t expecting to see gay sex?! I lost count of the number of times people chuckled during this film. There were a few funny parts, parts that were MEANT to be humorous, but when two men are making love and I hear 10 people laughing, I wonder if I’ve been teleported back to a grade 3 lecture on sex. Men and women do it. Women and women do it. Why can’t the population seem to grasp that indeed, men and men do it too? Lots of people have said it was “too much” for them and that “it made me feel uncomfortable.” We seem to all too easily forget that film, just like theatre or painting, is ART. And what should good art do? It should coax a reaction out of the viewer. I say it’s a good thing that this movie is bringing forth such debate, but I have been wondering since I saw it last night, why are people going to see a gay cowboy movie if they couldn’t handle homosexual moments?
I think it’s about time someone put this on the big screen. It really wasn’t that long ago that sex first worked its way into film and stirred a great controversy. Hell, a gun pointing out at the viewer provoked a great reaction to early film viewers!
I give my grandest kudos to Heath and Jake for taking this movie on. I think this movie will be a historic marker in cinema.

On a more humorous note I’d like to give a public service announcement to all those who have yet to see the film. You see Heath Ledger’s penis in this movie. I’m not kidding. There’s a point where Heath and Jake jump off a cliff into a lake together (naked, of course) and Heath somehow has such a behemoth member that you see it flying joyously through the air with him on his fall into the water. Like I said in a previous conversation, it’s really only a 50% victory for me, because if I’m going to want to see anyone’s “situation” in this movie, my vote would have been for Jake.

*single tear*

In other homosexual news, I also went to see Capote this weekend. Also a really good film. In fact, I have only seen really great films over the past two weeks, which is pretty rad. I went into this movie knowing NOTHING about Capote…no idea who he was, what he did, and so on. I left knowing that this devious homosexual wrote one of my favorite stories, “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” and that he wrote the groundbreaking, non-fiction novel, “In Cold Blood.” Hoffman does an excellent job in this film.

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