Okay, it’s been a while since a proper update.
It was one of those evenings. Everything was alright. I put in a few good hours of work at the office, which, believe it or not, is not something happening every day, but that’s another story. On my way home, I had this strange feeling that I forgot something. Coming to think of it, I’d had that feeling the whole day.
On the bus home I was asked for dinner, but kindly declined, too many temptations as it is. I got home, the feeling wouldn’t leave my mind. I tried to relax a bit, played some video games, talked to my beautiful, wonderful girl, she went to bed early, about 50 km away from me. Early, for me, is around 11.
I watched an episode of Deadwood, I am late, I know, but now on Season 2, and I really love it. I don’t want to watch too much of it at once for fear of ending it too soon. Still couldn’t sleep though. Bullock’s righteousness got on my balls a bit, I guess. I looked through my downloads, don’t tell now, many gems there, never had the time, and fuck me, but it was already close to mid-night but I saw Rocky fucking Balboa there. Clicked it, just to check the quality, and there was one line about his wife passing, that just made me curious.
To make a long story longer, I watched the whole thing. Slightly enebriated, by most peoples’s standards drunk as fuck, towards the end of the film… I loved it. Overall, without being an expert, it’s a bad film. Badly written, even more sore acted. Stallone’s first 10 or 20 lines were physically painful. Yet, I couldn’t help myself but appreciate it in the context of things.
That’s what it’s all about, I guess. Context. If you’re in the right mood, even the most average film of all will mean something to you, albeit only in that split second you watched it. That’s all you need. The cheapness of it, heroics, anything, really, pushed all the buttons that had needed to be pushed in quite a while. I am ashamed to say, I shed a tear or two in certain moments, though they weren’t about the script itself, but… it’s all about the context.
That said, if you feel like your day has missed out on something, like you forgot something. Like… there is something wrong, but you can’t quite figure it out… Do watch it. Chances are… you won’t regret it.
My love goes out to my little brother, the fiercest fighter that would put even Rocky Balboa to shame. I love you, don’t give up.
-R.
