Dumas, mon père
It’s only Thursday and I feel like I’ve lived two weeks. I guess the nighttime counts as part deux.
It’s another late one for me and to get pumped, I went to YouTube and watched a couple clips from Old Boy, which is one of my all time favorite movies… much to the chagrin of some of my friends. It’s not for everyone, I’ll readily admit, especially people who aren’t into violence or gore. Here’s a nicer vid:
Here’s a fight scene that’s not for the faint of heart: (Seriously, don’t click play unless you want to see people get hit with a claw hammer. stabbed, beaten, etc.)
Growing up, The Count of Monte Cristo was one of my favorite books and although I’ve never been put down or grievously wronged, the scenes of this classic revenge movie always affect me. There’s a fearlessness in the face of death exaggerated to the point of idiocy (something that an artist like, Damien Hirst, would take on. You know, back when Hirst didn’t suck) that makes you feel powerful just for staying alive, because being alive is hard. Which is fun to remember, even if it isn’t true.
Well, now I’m going to grab my metaphorical hammer and get back to business.