Such a Good Time
4 February 2001
10:56 PM: Just back from seeing Cast Away. The Tom Hanks shipwreck thing. I definitely know how to pick just the right thing to do to lift myself up out of my moods, oh yeah. Oh, whoops, excuse me, I just rolled my eyeballs out of my head there, hang on...
I find I share a lot of Stephanie Zacharek's opinions in her review of this on Salon. Come on, Robert Zemeckis, he's no Ang Lee. And there are some purely cheesy bits. But in spite of all of that, it's such a sad, sad film. Not movie-tragedy sad. More like real life sad, in the way it just is crap sometimes and there you are: no fixing it, no changing it, no pretending it didn't happen. There's one scene of Hanks bawling his heart out, nearly naked and looking like driftwood, alone on a raft in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, overwhelmed by regret and powerlessness. Never mind why, there's a truth to it in the character's mind, and it's way too spot on. The way that regret and hopeless wishing you could make it better can crush you like a wave.
Movies go too deep in my head. Maybe I really should just watch them on television. Can a loss be undeserved, uncaused, when the gain was never truly deserved either? When something is "nobody's fault", then what the hell can you do to make it not happen again the next time - if there is a next time? I thought I was trying really hard to be good. I didn't have a clue. I never do. I don't know, people seem to be able to figure other people out. I must've broken that part. And me out of warranty too, isn't that always the way?
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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