posted 1 month ago
rach:
[Yoga guy: In what ways do you feel we don’t click?
Jessica:In what ways? We don’t click in any ways. We don’t have chemistry, or banter, or common interests. You’re a yoga instructor, you get colonics, you don’t understand the chaos or absurdity of life, on this planet and in this city. You don’t understand irony, or ethnicity, or eccentricity, or poetry, or the simple joy of being a regular at the diner on your block—I love that. You don’t drink coffee, or alcohol, you don’t overeat, you don’t cry when you’re alone, you don’t understand sarcasm. You plod through life in a neat, colorless, caffeine-free, dairy-free, conflict-free, banal self-possessed way—I’m bold, and angry, and tortured, and tremendous and I notice when someone has changed their hair part, or when someone is wearing two very distinctly different shades of black, or when someone changes the natural timbre of their voice on the phone. I don’t give out empty praise. I’m not complacent, or well-adjusted, I can’t spend 50 minutes breathing and stretching and getting in touch with myself, I can’t even spend 3 minutes finishing an article. I check my phone machine 9 times every day, and I can’t sleep at night, because I feel that there is so much to do and fix and change in the world, and I wonder every day if I am making a difference, and if I will every express the greatness within me or if I will remain forever paralyzed by the muddled madness inside my head. I’ve wept on every birthday I’ve ever had, because life is huge, and fleeting. And I hate certain people and certain shoes. And I feel that life is terribly unfair and sometimes beautiful and wonderful and extraordinary, but also numbing and horrifying and insurmountable. And I hate myself a lot of the time, but a lot of the rest of the time, I adore myself and I adore my life in this city, in this world we live in, this huge and wondrous, bewildering, brilliant, horrible world.
(sigh) And in these ways, I feel that we do not click.
Yoga guy: So you don’t think it’s gonna work out right now? ]
—Original scene from Kissing Jessica Stein that didn’t make it into the movie; sometimes I wish Jennifer Westfeldt was my homegirl.
This is why I try not to read reviews before movies come out (although my curiosity usually wins out in the end). Thankfully though, this review seems to have been written by a guy who wasn’t crazy about the series to begin with, so maybe he’s not the most reliable source. I doubt too many people will see this movie willingly who aren’t already fans of the series.
does that count as major fail?
I’ve only read three Chuck Palahniuk novels: Survivor, Fight Club, and Choke, but Choke is my favorite of the three. Fight Club was one of those rare instances where I actually liked the movie more than the book and I was excited when I heard they were making a movie out of Choke. I agree that these clips are pretty disappointing, though.
aja:
“If you did not know it, the Chuck Palahniuk book “Choke” is being made into a movie. It’s set for release on August 1st, was directed by Clark Gregg and stars the likes of Sam Rockwell and Anjelica Houston. You can watch a clip of it here or watch a mini “behind the scenes” version here (both contain NSFW concepts) but I warn you, it’s pretty mundane. Maybe I am comparing it to the greatness of Fight Club or maybe I’m just biased because I remember enjoying the book but the trailer presents itself as a schlocky low budget made for Spike TV movie. The music during this clip plays a big part in that but whatever it is, lets hope they get corrected before its final release.”The book is fantastic. May be one of my favorites of Chuck’s. Fight Club set the bar so high that anything to follow, no matter which adaptation, will fall short, but you have to keep in mind that Choke is very different from Fight Club and therefore you’re going to get different movies.
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