Melancholy and Eternal Sunshine

I saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind last night and was absolutely amazed and impressed by what I saw. As a general rule, I like Charlie Kaufman movies, but this one really grabbed me in a way that most movies don’t. I admitted to Speedy during the previews that we all know how much I love movies that make me cry. Little known fact about me—I do love a good tearjerker and the more unusual the tearjerker, the better. I love to cry at strange movies like “Eternal Sunshine” and “The Crow” far more than I do conventional films like, oh, “Legends of the Fall.”

But I digress. It was a fascinating study in human nature and the desire to start over. I confess that had I had the option of erasing Mr. Stupidhead, there’s no question that four months ago, I would have done it. Now that I’m back on my feet and far, far away from the situation, I realize the utility of keeping memories both pleasant and terrible.

Clementine was this incredibly impetuous character full of id and it was fascinating to watch her crazed relationship with Joel. They seemed so unalike and yet so interesting. There’s a part where they say goodbye and that’s where I lost it.

I think the reason the movie hit me so hard was that I want to be like Clementine—I want to be impetuous and surprising. I know that I’m stuck here doing the same thing all the time and I really want to get out and be a little crazy for once.

Martini and I were joking about taking an impromptu trip to Dublin and calling Eire from a pub. I think he’d get a great kick out of it, actually. Once my money woes sort themselves out, that might be a legitimate trip. Who knows?

Quote of the Day: How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!/The world forgetting, by the world forgot./Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Eloisa to Abelard, by Alexander Pope