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| I ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin' jerk. |
| 02.28.04 (10:36 pm) [edit] |
Applied for more jobs today: turned in the Capitol Area District Library application and filled two more in at Celebration and NCG Cinemas. I'm really starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel: I do NOT want to work at Celebration Cinemas. For one thing, the place is infernally loud. Maybe I just made the mistake of applying during the week [i]The Passion[/i], the movie it seems all of America has decided to see in unison, was released; but for whatever reason, the theater was packed with noisy people talking over the already blaring sounds of the arcade. For another, as I was walking out I had just begun to adjust to the din, and noticed at that moment that the music playing in the background was Heartbeat, by Don Johnson of [i]Miami Vice [/i]fame...not a song I want to hear 40 hours a week. Then there's the dress code. Yes, folks, I applied to work at a place that upholds a [i]dress code[/i]. And it is as follows: no make-up on men. No earrings on men, or body piercings for either sex. On men, no hair that that touches the bottom of the shirt collar. And my personal favorite: no perfume or cologne. Why? BECAUSE THEY WANT THEIR CUSTOMERS TO SMELL THE SCENT OF FRESHLY-POPPED POPCORN WITHOUT OLFACTORY INTERFERENCE. Yes people, THEY ACTUALLY SAY THIS IS THE REASON.
I do not want to work at a place that gets their panties in a twist over cologne because it masks their precious, insidiously fanned popcorn odor. Nor do I want to work for a corporation who print some phony mission statement about "bettering the community" on the front of their application (it's a fucking MOVIE THEATER, people) and call their staff the "Screen Team." And while my hair might be short now, when in two or three months that condition changes I do not want to cut my hair because some fascist fucker working at a multiplex thinks it's offensive. If I work at Celebration this summer, I will hang myself. Or maybe I'll take a cue from Mel Gibson and crucify myself; there seems to be money in that.
On the way home from NCG, I drove by a church with a little billboard in front that just said "THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST, IN THEATERS WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 25." How bizarre. Why even bother advertising this movie, if it's on CNN all day and churches are giving it completely unsolicited free publicity? Does that seem unfair to anybody else, when plenty of worthwhile films whose only crime is their secularity die in the box office because God isn't on their side? Shouldn't there be separation of church and Hollywood? Or failing that, shouldn't they have to advertise [i]You Got Served[/i] and [i]Dumb and Dumberer[/i] on church billboards too?
Yesterday I saw another sign on the back of the Knights of Columbus building, aimed at the Planned Parenthood across the street: all it said was "Life Is God's Gift." What kind of world is this, where all this righteous anger is directed at people who are just trying to take us out of this ridiculous religious sense of sexual guilt and into a healthy society? Exactly what the hell is wrong with passing out condoms to people who choose to use them and be responsible, instead of bringing more unwanted babies into the world? Why ignore abortion when acknowledging it might save more lives?
This is Zach's obligatory political post. I think I'm just feeling bitter about religion again, for a few reasons. Let me paraphrase myself: "Does that seem unfair to anybody else, when plenty of worthwhile people whose only crime is their secularity are judged by others because God isn't on their side?"
Anyway.
I also attempted watching [i]The Man Who Fell To Earth [/i] (the pretentious wanker's choice for films starring David Bowie) for the second time today, and this time I actually made it all the way through. I'd rented it myself over Christmas break and gave up at the halfway point, because the film is so impressionistically edited it actually forces the viewer to make up a plot just to fill in the gaps. At the time I mistook this as just bad editing; when Ben called me up and asked if I wanted to watch it tonight, I decided maybe it was time to reevaluate it and see whether that continuity issue was actually artistic intent. It was, but the movie still sucked. The dialogue was ridiculously quiet, the music was just ridiculous (it was one of those classic "Soundtrack by the director's cousin who owns a Casio" flicks, only this one wasn't porn and there were seemingly arbitrary times when the Casio was replaced by blaring loud banjo music), the acting (other than Bowie, who unlike the Pope is infallible) ranged from merely overstated to heavily exaggerated to just plain atrocious, and yeah, the plot was almost entirely impenetrable.
In retrospect, it all makes a lot more sense (once you forget that while you were watching it there were many cases where actual story time was replaced by lengthy fantasy sequences of what appeared to be emaciated gray Teletubbies bouncing on trampolines, accompanied by splashes of milk), and the imagery was in places really interesting. A sex scene in which Bowie and his partner pass a gun loaded with blanks back and forth and fire it in eachother's faces was quite affecting in particular. It was all very artfully shot, the photography was beautiful in places. I liked the theme, too: instead of the aliens coming to Earth to destroy us, this alien comes to Earth and is destroyed. That said, it's not a movie I want to watch again and again. Or really, ever again. In fact, at 2 hours 20 minutes in length, you'd have to strap me down [i]Clockwork Orange[/i] style to get me to sit through it again. About the only good thing to come of it was that I got to see Bowie's cock (finally!). But that's the only real endorsement I'm willing to give this movie, unless you're really bored, have a spare two and a half hours and want to see a lot of Teletubbies frolicking through the desert and spaceships shaped like wedges of cheese.
I keep making this movie sound better than it really is.
Back to school tomorrow. I still need to write that fucking [i]Native Son[/i] paper. I'm not looking forward to seeing Studs again, either. Eight more weeks...but then what? Three Megan-rationed months of sneaking around her parents, around whom I don't think I'll ever be comfortable again? No thanks.
I wish I could just do I want to do, right now. But I can't. Facts of life, I guess. I'm getting to work.
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posted by: rocketboots522 (reply)
post date: 02.29.04 (12:24 am)
Honey, you're only 83 on hot blogs.
Your getting excited ruined it.
posted by: churchofmadlove (reply)
post date: 02.29.04 (12:46 am)
Sour grapes?
And hey. I was never "excited." Read the post again, there's more irony dripping from it than there are fluids from that dark dewiness of yours. Besides, I'm at 1128 hits now. So what if 500 of those are just me reading my own stuff? I'm famous.
posted by: churchofmadlove (reply)
post date: 02.29.04 (8:39 am)
And by the way, it's 82 now. EIGHTY TWO.
Hot blog THAT, biatch.
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