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jchrisobrien) wrote2004-10-04 09:53 am
jchrisobrien) wrote2004-10-04 09:53 am
You only have yourself to blame (or another edition of Subconscious Theater)
Good morning. I'm Silas7, and welcome to another edition of Subconscious Theater, where I share the movies that go on in my brain when I'm sleeping.
No one forced me to watch Elephant and Suicide Club on the same day. No one held a gun to my head (though guns were featured in both films). None of the cool kids were doing it, and no one cajoled me into watching (though peer pressure was a factor in both films). I watched Elephant first, spent most of the rest of the day painting, and wrapped the day with Suicide Club. The end result?
Few feelings are more uncomfotable than sitting in a narrow wooden auditorium chair, between two elder Japanese karate masters who hate each other. I tried to focus on the stage, and ignore the rustling as the two rival schools were preparing to square off. When the masters began putting on the right shoes, I knew that It was On. I excused myself and walked outside, as a parade of young Japanese school girls started walking into the auditorium. They were smiling, and cheerful, and all brandishing firearms. Ah, I thought. It's that Gun Club I've heard about. Sean Connery's immortal words about knives and gun fights ran through my head, as my feet ran out of the auditorium. I saw a few of my friends outside, warned them about the ensuing chaos, and ran for my life. My friends ran one way, and I ran the other. That was obviously a mistake, as one of the Gun Club Girls caught up with me. We stared at each other on a bridge overlooking a street in Boston. She spoke a haiku as she pointed her gun at me. Petals floated through the air between us.
And that's how it ended.
You see how my mind works? It's like a laser!
Thank you for viewing, good night, and tune in again next week, when I watch Snow White and Seven back to back, and see what hilarity ensues.
No one forced me to watch Elephant and Suicide Club on the same day. No one held a gun to my head (though guns were featured in both films). None of the cool kids were doing it, and no one cajoled me into watching (though peer pressure was a factor in both films). I watched Elephant first, spent most of the rest of the day painting, and wrapped the day with Suicide Club. The end result?
Few feelings are more uncomfotable than sitting in a narrow wooden auditorium chair, between two elder Japanese karate masters who hate each other. I tried to focus on the stage, and ignore the rustling as the two rival schools were preparing to square off. When the masters began putting on the right shoes, I knew that It was On. I excused myself and walked outside, as a parade of young Japanese school girls started walking into the auditorium. They were smiling, and cheerful, and all brandishing firearms. Ah, I thought. It's that Gun Club I've heard about. Sean Connery's immortal words about knives and gun fights ran through my head, as my feet ran out of the auditorium. I saw a few of my friends outside, warned them about the ensuing chaos, and ran for my life. My friends ran one way, and I ran the other. That was obviously a mistake, as one of the Gun Club Girls caught up with me. We stared at each other on a bridge overlooking a street in Boston. She spoke a haiku as she pointed her gun at me. Petals floated through the air between us.
And that's how it ended.
You see how my mind works? It's like a laser!
Thank you for viewing, good night, and tune in again next week, when I watch Snow White and Seven back to back, and see what hilarity ensues.
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