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The gang of B. Parker and C. Barrow. And they'll bury them side by side To few it'll be grief, to the law a relief But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde. --Bonnie Parker Today I watched the last hour of Bonnie and Clyde, and damn me that I'm gonna watch it completely one day, but it left me thinking: a. They just don't make movies like they used to. If anything, watching this film and other works from the time, like Polanski's earliest, make everything released now look too over-produced... b. Now I realize that some movies I've seen are just a bunch of wannabes... c. Hollywood will burn up in flames the day somebody around there dares to make a remake of this one, this is the kind of film that shouldn't ever be remade... Unless that somebody has an incredibly strong vision on the original material, like Chris Nolan work on Insomnia, that blew the original out of the water... d. Faye Dunaway, holy crap!, she must have been the most elegantly beautiful actress at her time. Wow, just wow! e. I want a partner in crime, and have an adventure while being on the run. We'd give each a lovingly last look to each other's face that reflected our happiness at the moment... just before being horribly machine-gunned to death... Fuck unforgiving justice... Well, I realize I haven't update for quite some days, and quite some stuff have happened that maybe I should've wrote about some days ago, but what, this always happens to me on weekends, everyone's around, people in general goes crazy, my brother won't leave the computer, and small places turn crowed and tension is all around... The usual, crazy but I should be used to it... really. Well, first of all, I should write about the possibility that we could be welcoming a new member to our family, sooner or later. Mom talked to us about this friend of my dad who's offering her a Golden Retriever puppy, from a recent breeding that the guy had been giving away because he said he won't be able to keep them, and while the whole deal sucks, 'cause really, people shouldn't let their dogs get pregnant if they won't be able to keep them ( Just the act of people making profit of taking puppies from their mother is cruel enough!), mom has been discussing with us the possibility of accepting the puppy, and we came to agree that it's okay to agree as long as we find a way to afford all the things we need for him ( veterinary to the special food and everything), and that's been keeping the whole thing in such an ambient of uncertainty, 'cause I myself really don't know where we'd get the money and relying on my father for it really wouldn't be the smartest idea ( he can't keep his promises for his children, no way he will for a dog.), but mom has been so excited and enthusiastic about the whole deal, that I think that if she tries hard enough she will find a way eventually, and she does when something really gets into her head... So I don't know, I'd be nice really, I'd love, but I don't want to put my illusions on this too high, not with things the way they're around here now...  But can you imagine, one of those lovelies around here! ( And yeah! I get it now, how can they possibly be called all "golden retriever" when they are black and chocolate too. Labrador Retrievers, doh! Silly me! Ours would be black!) Speaking of dogs, I was going to take Bebé, our over-weighted Cocker Spaniel, for her first prescribed-walk-around-the-soccer-field today, I actually got up around 5 am and everything, but ended up being quite the failure I kinda was predicting it would be. First of all, mom got sick, which not only made the weekend more stressing (all of the sudden my bro and I are to blame for everything) but kept my mother from waking up earlier for her classes, and so Beba was completely asleep by the time I woke up. I had hoped that with mom awake she'd be too, since she loves her follows her everywhere and it would've made it easier for me to try to get Bebá out of the house on a leash, thing she refused completely to do in the morning after I woke her, and pum, I realized that there's no way I'm gonna be able to do any of this without mom, I need her help, and I hope she helps me out with this, 'cause well, there's this thing on this house that if you have something planned to do right there regarding home stuff, you probably will find yourself less supported than what you could hopefully expect. I hate that thing, but it's nothing more than just plain laziness... I need support now, Bebá needs it for sure, and I need this to work. We can make it, we The Incredibles! *hopesso* And yeah mom hasn't been feeling that well, it seems that she has a sore tendon because of a bad move she did at her exercises class last week, and though it's been bothering her, I hope it's nothing really wrong... Neighbors went on with their loud music yesterday and they've been continually going at it, and this shit is getting crazy really. My brother is right, this will get to the point where people will explode and I don't know how is it that some people like to leave in the middle of a hell they create just to annoy people off... And well, more later, gotta go to the supermarket now! Post a comment in response: |
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