It’s been ages since I saw this film. I’m proud to have been a part of it (got me a CG Supervisor credit) but for this sort of tech I’ll stick with BRAINSTORM. It’s a better, more focused film I think.
It’s funny, or maybe not, I made a reference to BRAINSTORM with a certain lady who’s no longer in my life. I described the recorder and how Christopher Walken’s character figures out that he can record not only experience but memory. He makes a tape to give to his wife (they’re on the outs during the film) that consists of his memories of them together, so that she could see from his perspective just how special she was to him and how much he loved her.
I told her that I wish I could do that for her. She told me that I say the most amazing things to her. It’s not the first time she’s said I say the most amazing, scary things to her. I just say what I feel. I’m not a poet, I just say what I feel. It feels good when it registers.
Within 24hours she would, in the middle of a nice afternoon, without provocation, pick a fight with me, back me into a corner and I would give her an excuse on a silver platter to end things with me for good. The really tragic part is that it’s over something that didn’t have to be a huge issue, if she could only get passed her insecurities with the same effort I gave. All for nothing. Nothing else experienced, nothing else planned, nothing else expressed, nothing else meant more than a mistake made months ago. The Sword of Damocles falls. Dull or sharp, it hurts like hell.
It’s been ages since I saw this film. I’m proud to have been a part of it (got me a CG Supervisor credit) but for this sort of tech I’ll stick with BRAINSTORM. It’s a better, more focused film I think.
It’s funny, or maybe not, I made a reference to BRAINSTORM with a certain lady who’s no longer in my life. I described the recorder and how Christopher Walken’s character figures out that he can record not only experience but memory. He makes a tape to give to his wife (they’re on the outs during the film) that consists of his memories of them together, so that she could see from his perspective just how special she was to him and how much he loved her.
I told her that I wish I could do that for her. She told me that I say the most amazing things to her. It’s not the first time she’s said I say the most amazing, scary things to her. I just say what I feel. I’m not a poet, I just say what I feel. It feels good when it registers.
Within 24hours she would, in the middle of a nice afternoon, without provocation, pick a fight with me, back me into a corner and I would give her an excuse on a silver platter to end things with me for good. The really tragic part is that it’s over something that didn’t have to be a huge issue, if she could only get passed her insecurities with the same effort I gave. All for nothing. Nothing else experienced, nothing else planned, nothing else expressed, nothing else meant more than a mistake made months ago. The Sword of Damocles falls. Dull or sharp, it hurts like hell.
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