about a movie I watched last night.
I’m gonna write just cause I want to. I’ve been feeling a need to but have not written much at all in the last couple of years. I flew home to visit my mom recently and I sat by an interesting man on one leg of the trip. He was a writer. I don’t know if he was a published writer, but he was a writer. I knew he was because I could feel his passion when he talked about writing. He reminded me that it is important to write everyday… be consistent with it… kind of like exercise. You’ve got to do it consistently, rather you feel like it or not, and soon you recognize the benefits from being disciplined.
I watched a good movie last night. I had rejoined Netflix and apparently this was one in my leftover que that they sent out to me. The name of the movie was The Mudge Boy…. the description which got my attention was that it was about a young teenage boy whose mother had died and he dressed up in her clothes. Kind of wierd… I don’t know what it says about my tastes in movies. Maybe that I like unusual kinds of movies…. which is true!!
Anyway….. I loved the movie although I was totally disturbed by a scene near the end. I’ve thought about the movie a lot since last night. And that’s what I consider a good movie…. one that leaves me thinking… one with more inner turmoil than outside action…one that doesn’t end neatly or happily!
Some of my favorite movies: Night Mother, The Hours, Sophie’s Choice, and now…. The Mudge Boy.