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April 2017

“That’s the problem with life. You either know what you want, and then you don’t get what you want. Or you get what you want, and you don’t know what you want”.

Bojack Horseman, Bojack Horseman


I can’t get no satisfaction: lament of the frustrated moviegoer

Lately, I can’t get much satisfaction from Hollywood films. And I mean big, fat, Oscar contenders films.

I read the reviews, I enter the movie theatre with great expectations, I come out disappointed. There’s more: I feel guilty for making my husband go through such pain. I assure him that friends and critics loved it and it looked like a safe bet. I come back home angry and incredulous, wondering how can I be the only one disliking so much films that seem to please everyone else. Didn’t they notice the lack of character development, the misogynist clichés, uninspired direction, stiff acting, out of focus close shots, poor audio quality, plot holes…? I go to IMDB to find like-minded opinions, I express my disappointment leaving a 4 star rating on the film page, I snark at the 10 stars reviews and read only the ones that start with “Two hours of my life I will never get back” and “I opened an account just to write this negative review”. But that only makes me angrier. I change my rating to 3 stars. I realize, once again, that I take films, maybe life, too seriously.

Then I save the night with a good TV series. And the magic happens. Continue reading “I can’t get no satisfaction: lament of the frustrated moviegoer”

“I don’t want to live in a world where someone else is making the world a better place better than we are”.

Gavin Belson, Silicon Valley

A personal digression. How I stopped being a totalitarian consumerist and joined the Afghan war

When I was a kid, in the eighties, whenever I asked my mother to buy me something (being a kid and being the eighties, I did ask quite often) she used to answer, in her typical judgmental and radical-chic fashion: “You’re always thinking about buying things, you Reagan-lover hedonist”.

I was six years old and apparently had already taken a clear political stand.

Other times, when I hit my brother (another recurrent event), she invariably reproached me: “Fascist!”.

Yep, my family really took to an extreme level the sixties motto “the personal is political”. So much for positively guiding your offspring to do the right thing. I grew up feeling responsible for the Contras and the Jews deportation. Continue reading “A personal digression. How I stopped being a totalitarian consumerist and joined the Afghan war”

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