Showing posts with label romantic comedy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label romantic comedy. Show all posts

Thursday, 2 June 2011

How do you feel when your life might be about to change forever?

 ... or, in other words, WTF to go now? *




Is this the right path, you wonder? Or is it the right person to follow down on what you think could be the right path? So many questions unanswered. So many possibilities. But isn't it the wonderfulness of life? This chill of (half) unpredictability? But what about the what if's? What about trying to be as much happy as you can for the longest period of time possible? Or is it better just to aim for absolute happiness whenever you can - even if those moments are sparse in time?

Cricket. Cricket. Cricket. 
No one knows. No one can truly know. 

Anyway, I'm going down on one of those paths this weekend. Maybe I'll have one less "what if" in my life. Maybe I'll really love that. Maybe I can fill a hot air balloon with all the bubbly weird things I've been feeling and just keep on feeling like this forever, up in the air. But, let's face it, I wouldn't like that that very much - and if you were in my shoes, you wouldn't either. We all want to evolve somehow. And so does our feelings. If they don't grow, don't evolve, they most surely die. Ouch. Let me explain: 

I don't know about yours, faithful reader, but my feelings keep on growing. They grow in such a exponential rate that I'm afraid they might overtake what's left of me. Smother the rest of poor Laura. But there's nothing I can really do about it. I was born this way. I was born to love completely or not at all. And if we love completely, we love more with each passing day, with each new unveiled flaw: it is very easy to love virtuousness. I want to see you like the vices as well - because come one day, 'putting up with' won't be enough, honey.



I'm babbling here. I tend to do that now. And I don't wanna get out of bed (because of my wonderfully wonderful dreams). Oh dear, shoot the deer.

Anyways...
The point is, yes, let's capture the momentum. But let's also have space to grow. Let's build something solid together. Leaving a trail of bread crumbs isn't my idea of a solid future. I am more like the practical pig: no wolf is puffing down my little brick house when I'm done. Planning and building a future together could strengthen any relationship - or break them apart for good. 

My last words of advice? Think of what you are about to do (not by yourself!! - think it over with you best gay pal - they are the best for fashion, naughty advice and life-changing decisions), drink 2L of water a day, sleep 8 hours a night, exercise and read a good book. And cut the sugar: it is evil. Trust me on this! It's been messing with me this week! Bwahahaha. 


* There is a "right" answer, as you probably noticed. It is very easy and clear to choose if you just take a step back (or if it is not your life LOL). Clear your head of possible infatuations and take the real plunge. But what is real? That, my friend, only you can know.

Thursday, 26 November 2009

Duck Tale, a romantic comedy

Have you seen a really good romantic comedy lately? The answer to this question is probably a 'no'. President Lula will develop a 10th finger before I see a good romantic comedy plot.

Let me rephrase that: I have to admit that I like the genre (People's evidence #1 that Laura is indeed a girl), although I haven't seen a good romantic comedy in such a long time that I loose my faith in Hollywood - only to have it restored by Sandra or Meg or whomever. Perhaps the bad reputation this kind of movies have are well deserved: for one good movie out there there are at least 10 bordering mediocre and 20 downright stupid.

There are two categories of chick flicks: the teen-romantic-comedy and the rest. The first group has the biggest score of dumb movies ever shot with the same plot. Really, the plot is unchangeable. It goes like this: boy meets girl. Boy gets stupid and does stupid things to get the wrong girl. We ALL know she is the wrong girl for him. After awhile, he falls in love with the right girl, who was there all along. The end. The main character might be the girl. (I might be oversimplifying, but who cares). For more on Hollywood stereotypes, check this out.

On with our post.

On my High School days, I might have used this same plot on my first movie ever. Yes, rather commercial of me and on an Indie movie no less, but we had one afternoon to do it and at the time, I was rather pleased with the result. I wrote, directed and edited it. I remember that I even thought about continuity mistakes but after the first takes, I was happy if the camera was steady enough. Yes, low budget and all. My actor are excellent though, as you can check out for yourselves after the credits, on the making of. We had so much fun. I think we got an A in English.

Seriously, if this short movie was shown on the telly nowadays, we would debunk a lot of crappy movies out there. At least ours has spirit.

Any of us have a career on the entertainment business or we better stick to our day jobs?