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I AM SO PISSED. SO. PISSED. About everything, it seems. The stupid modem-like-thingy for the wireless like, BROKE DOWN or SOMETHING and now (after being two days internet-less until I could figure out what the hell was wrong) I can only use the internet if the laptop's connected to the modem... which is in my parent's room. And I really can't be in here all the time, especially not now that they're being so damn patronizing about the damn thing and my brother's being incredibly obnoxious and and one of my cousins acted like a major asshole towards another cousin of mine (the fangirl in training, who's finishing Deathly Hallows) and then when I yelled at him he turned against me and started mocking me for liking books, because the idiot takes so much pride in his ignorance, and AAAAARGH. And I'm still pissed at my family and they're here, in the same room, all of them asking me why am I so mad every five minutes. ARGH. I'll take the wireless, er, thingy, tomorrow to be repaired, and let's hope it'll be back soon or I'll go MAD. It also makes me mad to realize how truly dependant I am of the internet. BAH. I wish I could bake something just to feel better, but it's far too late to start now.

So yeah. That's why I haven't been commenting/commenting back/whatever.

Anyway, I do love movies, have I ever said that?

I saw Sakuran last, uh, Thursday, I think, and I kept on forgetting to write about it for some reason. It's a pretty straightforward film, girl fights adversity only to find true love at the end, but it was pretty well executed, and the cinematography was just about brilliant, made entirely of bright, vibrant colors and contrasting colors. The music was pretty good, too, really jazzy with hints of bossa nova, rock, electronic pop and tango, which aren't at all what one expects to find in a movie set in the samurai-ruled Japan. Even though logically I know that an Oiran is nothing like a Geisha, comparations with Memoirs of a Geisha are subconsciouly made, because it has somewhat the same plot (young girl is sold! Girl fights through adversity only to become the best at what she does! Girl finds love! AND all while wearing Kimono!), and really, Kiyoha has ten times the guts and will to live meek Sayuri ever had. She's quite an amazing character, too, because she's childish and selfish and capricious and has quite a modern-day approach of life for a woman living as a whore in the Tokugawa era Japan. So yes, a very pretty, very nice movie, even if not a master piece.

And then, after yesterday's cinema fiasco (which was really a hard blow for me, because Amores Perros is one of my favorite movies ever and seeing Guillermo Arriaga going so low as that [en el hoyo y siguiendo cavando, como decimos por aqui] was downright depressing for the state of today's Mexican cinema) I just had to go see something decent. I chose the movie well.

I saw The Painted Veil, and my, but what a lovely, enchanting movie. First off, I loved the characters, the movie did a great job of developing them into kind, loving people that can be completely horrid at times - they're mean, and petty, and childish at times, and I loved it. A right battle of wills. And then the setting was gorgeous and while my dad is right and there was much more to be done with the photography because the landscapes were just stunning, it was still gorgeous, and the time frame helped it somehow. And then the plot was awfully interesting and well done and the ending had me tearing up a bit. I honestly tip my hat off to both Edward Norton and Naomi Watts, they gave wonderful perfomances - completely believable, and their accents were top-notch (or at least they were to my uneducated ears). Ah, it was just nice to see something good enough to restore my faith in the film industry.

Weird, though, I seem to attract horribly obnoxious people while in the movies - while seeing El Búfalo de la Noche there was a group of friends behind me laughing loudly and yelling 'OMG THEY'RE NAKED AGAIN?' (which, okay, I was thinking too, but SILENTLY) and during The Painted Veil there was an old couple sitting next to my dad and the lady kept on yelling about how she couldn't read the subtitles or SOMETHING, I dunno, she must've left her glasses at home and kept on commenting about everything that was happening on the screen and ARGH, annoying much? Between that and watching El Búfalo... while sitting IN BETWEEN my parents (awkward much?), I don't know what was worse, ugh.