take a chill pill

I just found out The Perks of Being a Wallflower is being made into a movie. I looked over the casting and foamed out the mouth. I am really excited for this. The book is remarkable. I thank Lisa (via Tyler) for letting me read it. Honestly, it really did open my eyes and change my opinion of a lot of things... one of those you know.

Through the eyes of New York Magazine, I am elated and anticipating the "lo-fi pleasures of the proudly old-school, hand-drawn Winnie the Pooh. Less a reboot than a calm return to the solace of the Hundred Acre Wood, the film should play as soothingly as Xanax." I am ready to pop that pill and chillax.

Last night, my roommate Frances and I watched the film adaptation of Michael Cuningham's A Home at the End of the World. My only other experience with Cuningham's works is the movie The Hours, which the book the movie is based on won Cuningham the Pulitzer. It is really hard to explain the feelings I got when watching A Home... Though the movie is depressing and heart-breaking, I left feeling warm and pleasantly nostalgic of my life.

What is love, how is it defined and what are its boundaries?

Love should be open and free-willed, not labeled or extreme, as seen in A Home... The main character loves everyone and would give his life to them if they so chose. However, all the other characters need a label of what "traditional" love is and are unsatisfied otherwise. I cannot imagine all the people I love to die or leave me. I would not be able to have the life viewed in the film.