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17 August 2007 @ 07:45 pm
I am in love with Jeff Goldblum  
I have a weird relationship with movies.

Back before the advent of DVDs and Netflix, I saw about three movies a year.  It would be even less, now, because I never want to let my pager out of hearing range, and I wouldn't be so crass as to take it into a theatre.
But anyway, now that I can get movies in the mail, overnight, and watch them at home, things have changed.  Oh - not my weird relationship, mind you.  But I've definitely upped the number of movies per year.

Not too long ago I saw some movie I'm forgetting ... Oh yes: Casino Royale. 
I didn't like it.
It wasn't that the movie was particularly bad.  The problem was that it twined its little scenes and scenarios and vignettes in through the pathways in my brain.  And twisted and squeezed here and there.  I probably had strange dreams, and I know I didn't sleep well that night.
Movies do that to me.  They get inside, past my defenses, and wrench at my reality in a way that books don't.  It takes me several hours to recover.  I don't much like the sensation.

I also watched a Disney animation.  Despite the recommendation of a friend, I didn't like it, either. 

I watched "The Celluloid Closet."  That was easier on me: documentaries have shorter bits, perhaps - or maybe it's that they're based on reality and don't (usually) warp it the way fiction does.  Or maybe it's something else.  And besides, who would not die for Marlene Dietrich in that stunning outfit??

I watched the first three episodes of the current BBC Robin Hood.  Shouldn't that do something for me?  Swashbuckling and all?  I thought most of the characters were children, frankly.  The lead reminds me very much of a young cousin of mine that barely keeps his head above water.  I didn't mind Little John.... am I getting old, perhaps?  Too old for most of Hollywood, anyway.  Oh - wait.  That was BBC.  Well, too old for the standard cast of characters on TV, of whatever nationality.

But anyway.  Just now, I watched "Earth Girls Are Easy," which I hadn't seen before.  I undoubtedly put it on my list (currently at 190 movies - I've got a lot of catching up to do) because Goldblum is in it.  He somehow managed to stun me in Buckaroo many years back, while the lead left me cold; I've been meaning to look for more of his work. 

I haven't had a crush on anyone in many months.  Perhaps years.  (Is that healthy?  I think not.)  I guess I can have one of those shallow things on the public image of a star who doesn't know I exist, can't I?  It's certainly safe; perhaps that's the draw.  The crush is lighthearted, and the movie was lighthearted.  At least... I know, logically, that it was lighthearted.  (Hm.)  So much safer - the crush on the star, and the movie, both - than those harsh bits that squirm their way in between the synapses and wrench and warp.

Somehow, though, neither the movie nor the crush seem all that shallow.  Perhaps it's just Goldblum's way?  He seems to be able to get across an entire lifetime of feeling in a split-second wry twist.  He tricks me into believing that I actually know him, and can empathize with his feelings.  It's an impressive ability.

So, I'll guess I'll keep my regular life, with the pager that calls me to rush out and save other people's lives, coupled with my shallow imaginary life that is so entertaining.... especially if the crushes can be encouraged to show up more than once in a blue moon.

Here's the vital question for y'all: what movie should I put next on the queue?
ex_serenejo on August 18th, 2007 03:38 am (UTC)
I've loved Goldblum in everything I've seen him in, even if I hated the movie itself.

You might like "Paper Clips" -- it's a documentary. It's sweet and sad and hopeful and surprising.

betonicabetonica on August 18th, 2007 09:34 pm (UTC)
Is he in that? Netflix doesn't say so. I've put it on my list - it looks good.
ex_serenejo on August 18th, 2007 09:37 pm (UTC)
No, he's not. Sorry. Separate thoughts (movies you might like because they're not icky fiction that messes up the brain. :-)
betonicabetonica on August 20th, 2007 12:02 am (UTC)
I don't think it's fiction that's at fault. But I'm not sure what is (as may be apparent by my unclear ramblings in the first post). Some fiction is terrific, I think when it's obviously fiction - or clear that I'm suspending disbelief for the duration, anyway. Some fiction (e.g., that Bond movie) isn't. Some documentaries would send me running for the hills, and some I really like. I haven't quite sorted it out.

The nice thing about having a crush on a movie actor is that whatever the movie, I'm not likely to have one of those negative experiences. Still not sure why, but I'm not going to complain. Goldblum fest, coming up.