would you sign my yearbook?

This could be the start of a recurring series. Or it could be something I completely abandon after one measly post. Who knows, really? I’m mercurial that way. One could also use the word lazy if one were the uncharitable type.

When I rediscovered my junior year yearbook last week, of course I started to read the stuff people wrote in it. Stuff I hadn’t read in centuries. Stuff from people I barely — or blatantly don’t — remember. Stuff that boggles the mind and gives you the bends. But, oh, the joys! The mortifying joys! The cringing shivers!

Here’s one to kick off this series. Or non-series. Don’t tie me down, man. This is from a dude I’ll call Roger. He’s a senior; I’m a junior. His father owned a huge local car dealership and other than that, I remembered nothing about him until I read this. Then I remembered that he made me very uncomfy and I generally kept my distance from him. The word “smarmy” comes to mind. I really don’t know how he ended up signing my yearbook.

Anyway, cringe at will. My comments in italics.

Tracey,

I hope you don’t feel bad about Saturday night. (What happened Saturday night?! Nothing, I swear!) I mean, I was perturbed, but not ravaging crazy. You are a very beautiful person in ALL respects. You have a terrific personality and you can look very very good. (Note the word “can.”) I still want your picture, it’s divine! I hope that since I’m leaving I’ll be able to see you over the summer and next year. (I really want to!) I hope you know what you have to offer, cause you have alot of things to offer that many girls don’t. Sweetness, inner beauty, outer beauty, sideways beauty(eww), upside-down beauty, ha (even ewwier). I really appreciate our relationship and I hope we can cultivate our friendship into a closer one. I know I’ll see more of you so I won’t say goodbye. I hope I’ll never have to say goodbye. (Seems he did, tho. Bummer.) Please stay the great person that you are! See ya around and have an excellent summer — jr. hi talk! I know I’ll be around and I hope you call many times: (Slappy’s phone #). I know you’ll be a success in life because of your uniqueness and excellentness.

Love ALWAYS,

Roger B.
(This isn’t very well put! I’ll tell ya now it doesn’t express everything I want to express!)

I have to go ponder my uniqueness and excellentness now, pippa.

“C U soon.”

memo to lame movies I’ve seen recently

To: Vantage Point and Jumper
From: Moi

Vantage Point, it would be good, since you’re called, uhm, Vantage Point, and you advertise yourself as being a movie about the shooting of a US president from several different — again — vantage points, if you actually kept intact the gimmick which is your entire premise. Omniscient camera angles do not work when we’re supposed to be seeing things from Bob’s perspective or Betty’s perspective. I love how you repeatedly show one person’s viewpoint and they can, at the very same time, see what someone else is doing, too! Wow. Everyone is clearly omniscient here and yet, Vantage Point, you seem terribly blase about your characters’ supernatural gifts. You take them for granted. You know, I took you at your word on the whole “vantage point” dealio and was therefore totally gobsmacked by all of your characters’ unexplained and unexplored omniscience. Oh, and then about two-thirds of the way through the movie, you seem to completely abandon any feeble hold on this “vantage point” gimmick and turn into the most improbable car chase movie ever. And, I would prefer, Vantage Point, if William Hurt were killed off in any movie he makes from now until the end of time, so spread the word, ‘kay? Watching him is like swallowing a whole box of Lemonheads all at once. He’s very sour. Maybe he drinks his own urine. I don’t know. Just get it done, okay??

Jumper. Look, dude. Okay. First problem: You hired wooden-headed pretty boy Hayden Christiansen to be your lead. Now I was sorta willing to give the kid another shot after his memorably awful turn as Anakin Skywalker in whatever Star Wars movies those were a few years back, because, well, maybe he was just miscast or the script was bad or whatever. But no, after this, I realize, it’s him. He deeply fatally sucks. If I come away with nothing else from this movie — and I do come away with nothing else from this movie — I now am armed with the knowledge that he has chosen his career poorly, that people have lied to him and wronged him horribly by encouraging these bland displays, that he’d be great in a career where he simply needs to stand there and say nothing, a Buckingham Palace Guard, for instance.

Second problem, Jumper: You gave your lead a superhero ability, the ability to jump instantly from one place in the world to another, and then you made him an ass. A boring ass, which is much much worse. I think — although I’m still not sure — that we’re supposed to like Jumper Dude (whose name escapes me). I think we’re supposed to root for him, because it appears that the Samuel L. Jackson character and others like him — the “palatins,” or something? — are the villians in the movie. We know this because they’re the religious zealots and religious people in movies are always insane. They’re the ones tracking the jumpers, getting all preachy and fanatical, saying things like, “Only GOD should have this ability,” as they kill their next jumper victim. Their issue with the jumpers is never fleshed out any further. They rant and rave and overact because they’re mad on God’s behalf and that’s that.

Another thing, Jumper. You have clearly set yourself up for Jumper 2. (I won’t be there, btw.) You have a dude with superhero abilities who we are supposed to like and yet, he’s despicable. We see him, after he’s discovered his ability, watching a flood drama unfold on TV. There are people trapped atop a car in the middle of a flooded river. The anchorman says something like, “I don’t think anyone can get to them now.” And Jumper Dude just stands there and watches. I thought it was an odd moment, a disturbing moment. We see Jumper Dude not caring that these people will die. He could jump there and save them, but he doesn’t. He’d expose his ability, but does that matter in the face of this? And you, as a movie, choose to show us his coldness early on and then want us to root for him later? I don’t have a problem with the whole anti-hero thing. That character you root for who lacks the traditional traits of a hero. Sweeney Todd is an anti-hero. He does despicable things, but we understand the reason why. We know his motivating circumstances. We feel for him, even like him. We think, “I’d want revenge in that situation, too.” But I understood nothing about Jumper Dude. I felt nothing for him. He’s not a superhero because he uses his ability selfishly — robbing banks, for instance — and he’s not an anti-hero because I understand nothing about what motivates him. He’s nothing. Well, not nothing. He’s a boring bastard with super powers who’s NOT the villian. I guess. Basically, you’re a movie with no one to root for. No one to care about. The good guys and bad guys are equally repellent. When they were all still alive at the end of the movie, I was completely bereft.

So … there you have it, lame-o movies. Please do better in the future.

Signed,

Moi

quote

“In our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.”

Aeschylus