So I've been back at Wellesley for a little more than a week now without anything to do. I had "job training" but that mostly consisted of sitting in the library for about two hours a day and getting paid for it. Which is awesome, of course, but also is making for something to actually begin. And gave me a lot of free time to, what else, watch movies.
One of my best friends was also in limbo with me for the past week so she joined in the copious amount of sitting around and watching films. It all started with a French thriller (Point Blank). Now I am about the last person you would expect to be watching suspenseful movies, I jump at just about anything and was scared shitless when I watched Signs when I was younger. Those haunted hayride things are my version of hell, and not in an exhilarating and fun way. So when Camylle suggested it, I was like, "Um...sure, but I'm really tired so if my eyes are closed, it's just that...". To my surprise, it was pretty enjoyable.
The next day we went to go see The Bourne Legacy, which I liked mostly because Jeremy Renner is such an awesome and believable badass. (Rachel Weisz was kind of useless unfortunately.) When we got home from the matinee (hey, we're college students, we're allowed to be cheap and lame), we turned on Brick. I had seen it before, a couple years previous, and remembered thinking it was interesting, but other than that I was kind of blank. For those who don't know, Brick was a film made in 2006 starring Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and basically transports a 1940s noir film into modern Southern California. It is twisty, turny, and very stylistic with its desaturated colors and too smart for reality dialogue. It's definitely a cool movie worth seeing, even if the characters are a little shallow.
Independently I watched Memento, Christopher Nolan's most popular film before the Batman series. Camylle and I had watched the trailer, but she wasn't into it, so I crawled into my couch and grabbed a pillow just in case my eyes had to go somewhere besides the screen. Fortunately there weren't very many pop-ups, it was mostly just very cerebral. The film starts at the end of the story and moves backwards, often repeating scenes along the way, making the viewer assess and reassess situations constantly. It was kind of like trying to piece together someone else's dream. That is until the last twenty minutes where everything changes and the truth comes to light, and you are like holy crap!!!
Finally we watched Guy Ritchie's Snatch, and it was exactly what I wanted it to be: British, quick, and fun in a stylized violence kinda way.
And now I'm working on the first half of Entertainment Weekly's Best Movies You've Never Seen. More like Worst Grades You've Ever Seen. Let the procrastination begin!