So. Parents are there to love you. Guide you. Shelter you. Feed you, clothe you, make sure that you succeed. They are supposed to have all the best intentions. And maybe they do. But sometimes i sure as hell wish they cared a teeny bit less.
Nicholas Sparks’ book The Last Song had a line where that main girl’s friend said something about a dance teacher or another telling her “whatever” was basically “screw you.” That line helps me in not yelling at my parents. I say whatever, and i don’t mean “screw you” but then i remember. What an idea.
So yeah. I am not happy. I’m wasting time compulsively. I think it’s a disease.
So now I’m watching William Shakespeare’s Romeo+Juliet , the one directed by Baz Luhrmann, and I have to say, the man is genius. Not only did he direct something so incredible like Moulin Rouge, and Australia, he’s managed to take one of Shakespeare’s biggest hits and turn it into something modern, without modifying his text. Maybe it’s just Leonardo diCaprio but i actually like Romeo, and Clair Danes seems to be a more sensible Juliet. But this is absolutely brilliant. I despise Romeo and Juliet, but the movie is amazing. I love the use of color. It’s dizzying, just like Moulin Rouge, and the music used is beautifully matched. But if Paris is Paul Rudd I don’t know if that seems quite right. He’s too lovable to be a romantic rival. But I like the interpretation of Mercutio’s character. Are the two families like feuding casino owners or something? I’m only forty minutes in, so I’ll update with another post on my concluding thoughts!