|Close Encounters of the Pestilent Kind
||[Feb. 6th, 2011|10:01 pm]
Had a horrendous pestilence this weekend. Jerry's been fighting it all week, my instance started Thursday night with a sore throat, and Greg & Robb both had it today. Boo.|
Main symptoms are a full-body ache and incredible fatigue. I think it's waning now, and I'm just trying to keep it from settling into a cough. I'll probably work from home tomorrow, especially since Jerry has jury duty and will be taking the car. I could take the bus all the way in -- it's a few blocks to walk and an extra 30-45 minutes of bus ride -- but why? It seems a bad idea unless I'm feeling completely better by the time I get up tomorrow morning, and that outcome would surprise me. I am grateful for the existence of ibuprofen and acetaminophen.
Yesterday (or maybe Friday? I have no idea anymore) I watched Close Encounters of the Third Kind for the first time. I'd seen bits of it before, but I hadn't ever seen the whole thing. It's an interesting movie, in that it doesn't really have a lot of plot to it. I mean, yeah, plenty of stuff happens, but there isn't a lot of dramatic build-up and resolution where you can sense the arc of the story. It's more like you spend most of the movie wondering what the hell is going on and having no idea what's going to happen next. Which is entirely appropriate for the subject matter, so that's probably why it works. But it's an interestingly different feel for a movie.
I remember Quinzee occasionally sculpting his mashed potatoes at dinner at TEP and screaming "This means something!" which made so much more sense when I rewatched this movie sometime after that.
Being pop-culturally rather backward, I saw this movie for the first time in college and found it terrifying. My friends did not tell me what the film was about, just that I had to see it.. Once we got to the big reveal at the end I found it mildly disappointing, but still kind of a masterpiece in its own way. The 'what the hell is going on' is much less scary if you know what happens at the end. If you don't, OMG, it was terrifying.
Yeah, the whole 'child abduction' scene was completely terrifying when it didn't need to be. "Hey, aliens? Yeah, could you, perhaps, kill the creepy lights and sounds? And, you know, not run off with my child? That'd be great."
That scene is really strange when compared to the peaceful ending that occurs. Why kidnap just the kid for a week when his mom was nearly as... I dunno, attuned (?) to the alien prescence?
Personally, I think the LGM ending was kind of a cop-out. Terror followed by the equivalent of an interstellar dance party is kind of lame.
Love love love Close Encounters. I remember my dad taking us to see it when I was a kid and being totally transfixed throughout the whole thing, even though it wasn't an adventure-palooza. I think because it was such a visual movie with this constant undercurrent of dread, I remained engaged. And as it is with such movies from childhood, I am still in love with it. I also memorized the hand gestures. So I can talk to aliens when they come.
Hope you feel better!
I had seen bits and pieces of the movie over the years, but had never seen the whole thing before camping out at Devil's Tower. They projected the movie on the white-painted side of the camp's store, and it was surreal to look at the Tower in the movie, and then look up to the right and there it was!
When they climb around it down to the landing area, everyone in the audience, all of whom had just hiked around the Tower, yelled "That's not there!"
The 70s had a lot of plotless movies. Close Encounters is a really interesting film in that it's paced oddly slowly, but it remains riveting. I saw it again for the first time on the big screen last year, and loved it, but it IS unnerving.
Oh, and I hope you feel better!