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Stoopid!Movies

Suffice to say, if I mention a movie or show in this post it is likely to be followed by spoilers.

I want to talk about Stoopid!Movies. (or Stoopid!Shows) and the Stoopedest of all Stoopid!Movies – “The Great Escape”.

Shut up. I know it’s a classic. And Steve McQueen. And I guess it is a good movie. It just also rates as a Stoopid!Movie.

I didn’t see “The Great Escape” until the mid 90’s – a little late to the party, I know. Specially since I love old movies generally…although maybe not war ones so much. And of course, a movie that’s been out that long, it’s likely that I’m going to have been totally spoiled for it already, right? You’d think!

My only ‘real’ knowledge of the movie was tiny clips that get shown in Classics Montages, and the late 80’s?, early 90’s Shell advert that spoofed the it.

Great Escape – Shell Advert

If you haven’t seen it, go and watch it, I’ll wait 🙂 It’s a cool advert, but I am a bit of an advertising junkie.

Anyways, one night, probably about 1995 or so, ABC is showing it. So I snuggle up with Tusk and we watch. I’m a bit wary, coz like I said, war movies and I? not-so-much. I enjoyed it, I really did. Right up until the end scene, where Capt. Hilts is zipping away from the Germans on his bike. I relaxed. I *KNOW* he gets away. I’ve seen the advert!  I know, as impossible as it seems, he makes that jump. I’ve seen him do it hundreds of times.

Stop laughing at me!

So, a Stoopid!Moovie is a movie that takes the expectations I have formed, and hits them in the stomach. Then stomps on them a bit. Sometimes those expectations are because I’ve been conditioned that this is what happens in a certain genre of movie. ie: Message in a Bottle – what kind of romance movie kills off the male lead at the end? Off screen no less.

Or it could be that the when I’m told something is based on a true story, I expect there to be at least one survivor, you know, someone who actually comes back and tells people of all the horrible/exciting/weird things that happened, especially since he’s NARRATING THE STORY –  The Perfect Storm, I’m looking at you. 

Or it could just be when the writer takes a major, or favourite character and KILL THEM. I watched Game of Thrones last night. Stoopid!Show…can you guess where I’m up to?

 

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And I’m back…

So, um, yeah…I’ve been a bit quite on all fronts lately. There’s a reason for that, really. It was because my bed was nice and warm, and my couch was comfy, and the quiet and solitude of my home was reassuring and safe.

In other words, a good (bad) dose of depression, triggered by a rather awful event. I’ve had bouts before, and they’re nearly always triggered by an event, but this was possibly my most intense. Initially, I didn’t leave the house for six days – I was lucky if I even stepped outside to experience fresh air and sunshine (which I know I should), and I didn’t talk to anyone either. If you didn’t live in my house, in my immediate vicinity, you ceased to exist. And that included my mum and some of my closest friends. I couldn’t deal with anyone. Even my online interactions became virtually non-existent. For two weeks I read, I had a meltdown, I watched TV, I had a meltdown, I did jigsaws, I had a meltdown. And that was it. Normally, when I’m depressed, I bake, but this bout even transcended baking.

Towards the end of the second week of being shut down, I started to force my way out – I actually made it into real clothes several times, and I could deal with select people on a one on one basis, and I could even do some baking, but anything more was asking too much. Currently, I’m running with the motto “A day without tears is a good day.”

So the big challenge was this weekend just gone. I had a convention to go to at Burswood, but how do you cope with 8,000 – 10,000 people, when you can’t even deal with 2? There was no question of  missing it. It’s far too important, and I really needed to be there for all three days. But I didn’t want to see *people*. And I certainly didn’t want to disgrace myself by becoming a blubbering mess in front of everyone. So, I developed some strategies that involved hiding up in the nosebleed seats, so I wouldn’t be in a the pathway of passersby. And it was an effort to get up to them, so that was my exercise for the day! Climbing grandstand stairs in heels – ugh! And if I needed to stretch my legs, or go to the toilet, I went during the session, so I lessened the chance of bumping into anyone I knew, because you *always* bump into people you know in when you go to the loo! So for three days, I pretty much stayed up in our seats, watching people and listening. And you know what!? I did it. I successfully made it through the entire thing with only a few minor meltdowns, and not without running into anyone. That’s not to say I didn’t talk to anyone, but the handful of people I did talk to were all aware of where I have been at, so, you know, I survived, and it was awesome! Today, I feel like I could take on the world. Well, not really, I think I’m still pretty aware of my limitations, but I’m a heck of a lot better than I was this time last week even.

Now, I’ve got to get through the next week. Dad ended up in RPH with a chest infection last night and he’ll be there until at least Wednesday, as they’ve picked up some anomaly with his heart and want to run some tests.

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