Stranger than Fiction

 

…It’s been a while since my last post and of all the things that had inspired me on this Friday: (the run through the rain at lunch, my sudden case of Mac-Envy or the time I had spent at tonight’s “Youth Night: Culture” with Alex) a Will Ferrell movie made me stop and awaken my mistress from her sleep.

I KNOW! Will Ferrell!! Had I known I was to come out and post my first “movie” blog I would have thought it would be for the countless war movies that I had watched, the horrors I never got to finish or the comedies I could recite line for line. But Will Ferrell?! But this movie (I think) tugged on a rather sensitive chord with me, one I will explain later.

For the last week I have been telling myself: “It’s been a while since your last blog…I think it’s time you post a little sumthin’-sumthin’…but what? The traffic? The fact that it’s been so cold lately that even I have said “Damn, it’s cold! I can’t be cold…I’m fat!”? Or about the stormtroopers (of the Imperial kind) that I had recently welcomed into my collection? WHAT dammit?!

This morning I woke up with the intent to, by the night’s end, post something, ANYTHING! With that thought I also made the point to stop by the local Blockbuster and rent a dvd…or six. Good to my word (to myself) I went after Youth Night with Alex. She rented what any just-turned-seven would borrow: “When Dinosaurs Roamed”. Hottie asked for “Anchorman”, I got “Dune”, “Fly Boys”, some Korean movie and of course “Stranger than Fiction”. A movie which I thought would be like all the other Ferrell movies! What is with the comedians playing “serious” roles? Jim Carey, Will Ferrell…hell, even Adam “Little Nicky” Sandler has belted out one or two! No, but this was far from Anchorman! When Dustin Hoffman and Emma Thomson entered the frame I knew the laughs would be more and more scarce…Without giving too much of the story away it is about an IRS (Ferrell) agent who is pre-warned of his own eminent death by a voice (that only he can hear) which turns out to be a novelist’s (Thomson) narration of a character in her yet unfinished book. He tries to stop the ending of the book, and his life, by finding her in the hope of talking her out of it.

I could go on with the (surprisingly) great acting by Ferrell, or the sheer presence of Hoffman and not forgetting Emma Thomson’s performance, the writing, twists, blah, blah blah…but I won’t. Instead I wanted to draw upon the question that was asked in the movie “What would you do if you knew you were going to die..?” And no, you don’t have superpowers. How would you change your life? Would you change your life? Here’s that chord I had spoken about earlier: Have you ever had a dream (Neo?) so real that you woke up from it carrying the feelings you had had it been real? (This is the time when I tell you that I love my dreams. I love trying to remember the dreams I had the night before and especially love the dreams I wake from while still dreaming them, taking control of them and changing the dream to my own will.) Of all the dreams that I can recall I have one I will never forget. I once dreamt that I spoken to, whom I believe to be, the “Devil” and he had told me when I was to die. The year, the month, the day, the hour, the second the very moment I was to live no more…he also said that when I would wake I would not remember. I remember walking away from him, looking back to see him just looking at me. Not cackling or anything just watching me walk away. I woke up trying sooooooo hard to remember the date or any other detail about the chance encounter. Was he the Devil? An Angel or purely a “dream”…no matter what or who he was, since then I had never been quite the same…

I knew I should’ve watched Dune first…

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