Working on: Chapter Five of CBTC
Listening to: The Most Relaxing Classical Album in the World...Ever
Reading: North and South
I felt the need for some relaxing classical this morning as I am very out of sorts. First of all, I need some breakfast before I do the yucky chore of banking. There's the fact that the husband is on the road too. A funny thing happens every time my husband travels. It's a phenomenon even greater than Il Nino in my opinion and the neighbours are starting to agree. Every time he goes away, we have a weather event. Even last summer, it would manifest in tropical storms, hurricanes, thunderstorms that knocked out power...and his absence every single time. But winter has been horrendous. It doesn't matter if he's gone 36 hours, in the middle we'll have a bout of snow or freezing rain or howling winds that knock out power. I am thoroughly sick of it.
This time the forecast looked clear right through to his return and we thought maybe this would break the cycle. Oh, how glib we were. The forecast for the weekend is horrendous. Tomorrow - rain. Sunday - about 6 inches of snow. Monday - another 6 inches. Tuesday - somewhere between 8-12 inches. Add it all up - yep, we could have close to 2 feet of snow. I know snow is expected in my neck of the woods (unlike my friends in the UK) but this is a lot even for us. Not to mention potential snow days from school. The possibility of power outages and the driveway to keep plowed out. IMO He just needs to stop going away. So in all actuality, I am dreading the mess of the next four or five days.
The other thing that has set me off is that I am getting sick of watching movies with bad endings. I've blogged several times already about watching movies where it ends but there is no actual ending. The story just drops off and it drives me mad. Well even more than that, I get really ticked when there is no happy ending.
Of course I know the whole art imitates life thing and that life doesn't have happy endings all the time so if movies are to be a reflection...to that I say blah, blah, blah. If I take 2 hours out of my life to kick back with a movie, by all means I don't mind if you make me think, but at least give me the payoff in the end. In this I support the Hollywood machine all the way. The principle is simple: guy gets the girl, good triumphs over evil. It isn't that hard of a concept. It starts to feel like these depressing endings are in themselves a contrivance in an effort to make things more "artistic" and "literary" and I think it's a load of claptrap. I'm sorry. At the end of the day I want to be uplifted.
Imagine Dirty Dancing and Baby saying, "You're right Johnny, it doesn't matter what you do...they fired you anyway." And then ending the movie. Johnny gone, Baby left feeling like it's not worth it to stand up for other people, love story cut off at the knees. Lovely optimistic statement, yeah?
I watched Atonement last year and no, I hadn't read the book. But I was meh over the movie and totally let down by the ending. What was the point. Oh yes, right. There IS no point, what an elevated way of thinking. YUCK.
If you haven't seen PARTITION, don't read any further because I'm going to spoil it for you if you do.
So PARTITION is what has set me off this morning and I think it's because I absolutely loved it up until the last 10 minutes. It is GORGEOUS. Beautifully acted...Jimi Mistry is amazing...loved seeing John Light (Hello, Henry Lennox!), Neve Campbell okay, Kristin Kruek a surprise though looking a bit gaunt. But stunningly shot and a compelling, beautiful love story.
The whole time you want this to work out, this beautiful, larger-than-life-and-differences love for each other and their gorgeous son. But oh no. Heaven forbid we have a happy ending. It was a simple choice. Throw the bad guy in front of the train. Seriously. For GOD'S SAKE, don't kill off the hero. But that's what they did, and ended with some supposedly significant narration about his ashes being spread around some stupid tree and the tree making new trees and I couldn't give a good damn. I felt COMPLETELY RIPPED OFF, especially after I invested myself in it.
Here's my alternate ending: stupid bad guy/heroine's brother dies, they stumble on to the train together with their son, and since they can neither live in India or Pakistan really (the partition) they go to England as a family, not just the heroine, who is there with her son at the end. It's really not a difficult thing. Hell, if you want significance, how about the idea that being from different "places" left them no place and they had to make their way to another land?
This is why I'm a romance author I suppose. I want to be uplifted. I want hope - not the death of hope or the exhaustion of futility. If the point is THERE IS NO POINT, then sorry...I'm not interested.
And that was a really long rant.
If any of you know of movies that I shouldn't watch because of unhappy endings, please let me know in the comments.