I've been flipping through the images I've collected on my endless random internet surveys, and found some that inspired me to talk more about the movies they represent. No, not unlikely those 1000 movies you should see before you die, I've only got these two:
First off, begin with Trainspotting. If you haven't seen it yet, go watch it right away. Almost everything you need to know about a scottish heroin-shooter lifestyle is awesomely recorded here. When I first watched it, around 1997, I failed to grasp the brilliance of the film. Heroin is a hell of a drug(I'm really glad I've never tried, else I'm pretty sure I'd be fucked forever), and makes you do all kinds of shit to get your dose...or overdose. The youngster Ewan McGregor is brilliant throughout the movie. It has its dark moments, as every film about heavy drugs do, but not as bad as in Requiem For a Dream. The film is actually very funny, to my opinion. And time hasn't dilluted its essence; I watched it the other day and I still find it brilliant.
Then, we get my absolute favourite film of all time, number one on my desert island all-time top five films I've ever watched:
Brilliantly illustrated here by I don't know who, actually. Fight Club is a classic. Period. And I must admit it, it has influenced me more than I'd like to admit(the self-beatings I gave myself, I ALWAYS get the image of Edward Norton kicking the shit outta himself as he's about to get fired) - even though the main message of the film, that is, debatably, face your fears - I still don't have the balls to do it. I'd often dreamed of having an alter ego as Powerful as Tyler Durden, chaotic, free in all the ways that I'm not, leading parts of my life. But I'm not schizophreniac, even though I was treated with a fucking drug they give 'em, for four years - and those were some of the worse years of my life.
That is another quintessence of the film, this very sentence. It never leaves my head when I'm having "indoors" troubles of the mind.
That's all I can think of, whenever I hit a new lowpoint on my fucked up life. And it makes sense, to me.
And these words, they make a hella lot of sense to me. Specially when I'm still stuck to this dead-end job of mine. Some days, i wish there was an actual fight club I could attend. But in the end, the only one who gets beaten to a pulp is myself, when I have those rage attacks.
And, if you pay close attention to the very beggining of the film, along with the traditional FBI warning and shit, you'll get his:
After all,
Isn't it? I fell it is...one minute at a time, even if the minutes round here last for four weeks each.
Go. Watch them both. Again and again.
