Well, well! A set I don't hate made it to the front page of SG. A sign of progress?
Tonight my sister threw a Depressing Movie Marathon, consisting of The Painted Veil, Dancer in the Dark, and Forest For The Trees; topped with The Three Amigos "so we don't kill ourselves." Dancer in the Dark was definitely the saddest of them, though Painted Veil did have a bleakness about it. Forest For The Trees was mostly just a boring European film without enough of a story to be depressing or not. We drank cocktails and vile boxed wine, and snacked on M&Ms and pints of ice cream (as a depressed person does) during the films. I also bought some cans of frosting to eat in the mode of the severely depressed -- when dignity and all is gone -- but luckily it never got to that. About the saddest point of the evening for me was in Dancer in the Dark where Bjrk invites her wannabe-boyfriend to come be her invited witness to her hanging. Runner up: the part where Bjrk is about to be hanged, and just before they open the trap, her friend runs up and hands her the glasses of her son -- he'd been going blind and she saved up her money to ensure he could get surgery to save his vision, even foregoing competent legal defense for the sake of this. Then they drop the trap and her body just swings there pathetically. BOO-HOO!!! Yes, this was why we cooked "comfort food" for the event.
I am also now officially more than halfway done with the translation of Beaumarchais's "Eugenie" having, last night, completed the third act (out of five.) But, so so many more plays to go!
Tonight my sister threw a Depressing Movie Marathon, consisting of The Painted Veil, Dancer in the Dark, and Forest For The Trees; topped with The Three Amigos "so we don't kill ourselves." Dancer in the Dark was definitely the saddest of them, though Painted Veil did have a bleakness about it. Forest For The Trees was mostly just a boring European film without enough of a story to be depressing or not. We drank cocktails and vile boxed wine, and snacked on M&Ms and pints of ice cream (as a depressed person does) during the films. I also bought some cans of frosting to eat in the mode of the severely depressed -- when dignity and all is gone -- but luckily it never got to that. About the saddest point of the evening for me was in Dancer in the Dark where Bjrk invites her wannabe-boyfriend to come be her invited witness to her hanging. Runner up: the part where Bjrk is about to be hanged, and just before they open the trap, her friend runs up and hands her the glasses of her son -- he'd been going blind and she saved up her money to ensure he could get surgery to save his vision, even foregoing competent legal defense for the sake of this. Then they drop the trap and her body just swings there pathetically. BOO-HOO!!! Yes, this was why we cooked "comfort food" for the event.
I am also now officially more than halfway done with the translation of Beaumarchais's "Eugenie" having, last night, completed the third act (out of five.) But, so so many more plays to go!
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grayness:
Hmmm, I think I prefer to come by my depression naturally, or not at all. 
thebeliever:
At some point, Dancer in the Dark went from depressing to funny for me. That doesn't happen very often, but something about the fact that she's sentenced to death AND is going blind...Maybe I'm just sick.