Loading ...Mojo and I were watching Thelma & Louise tonight (in case you didn’t know it before, we are gay). And while watching it, something very touching happened. Who knew that Thelma & Louise could cause such deep personal introspection in Mojo? I know you’ll want to have insight into the emotional center of Mojo, so read on.Â
We were flipping through channels and saw that Thelma and Louise was on. Both of us quite like the film, so we decided to watch it. We were struck by many things — Brad Pitt’s young firm musculature, the remarkable performances by Mesdames Sarandon and Davis, that 1991 seemed like 1881 because of all the things that have changed in the world since that time (not the least of which, cell phones), Christopher McDonald seemed to think he was in a broad farce, Michael Madsen seemed so YOUNG (he was 32 in the film, younger than both of us are now! Oh my gods, we’re getting old), Harvey Keitel and Michael Madsen played sympathetic male figures (even though so many men said it was nothing but male bashing), the final scene has the car dipping slightly, but not pointing downwards to mitigate the impending death of the two main characters and end the movie on a hopeful note.Â
And every now and then we’d make reference to the brilliant satire of the movie done by French & Saunders (What am I supposed to say? We shot him so he could breathe better?) from which the title of this post comes.
We were talking about the things that you talk about while watching a film.Â
And then we got to the scene where Thelma was laughing about Louise shooting Harlan. (to remind you, here is the scene)
THELMA: (laughing) Boy, he wasn’t expectin’ that! LOUISE: Thelma! THELMA: (impersonating Harlan) Suck my dick… Boom!! LOUISE: Thelma. It’s not funny. THELMA: I know! (They both get quiet.) THELMA: It happened to you… didn’t it? LOUISE: I don’t want to talk about it! Thelma, I’m not kidding! Don’t you even… THELMA: … in Texas… didn’t it? That’s what happened… Oh my God. LOUISE: I’m warning you, Thelma. You better drop it right now! I don’t want to talk about it! THELMA: Okay, Louise… It’s okay.
Mojo then said, “When I first saw that scene, Louise was my hero. No emotional breakdowns, no tearful revelations, just ‘Shut the fuck up and don’t talk about it!’”
And there is the emotional center of Mojo. Like Faith in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Mojo never wants to learn and cry and hug and grow.Â
Just shut the fuck up and don’t talk about it!
Buy me a beer!
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amen.
*LOL* I’m so busted, but it’s true. There is just no need to drone on an on about everything: Just shut up, buck up, and do what you need to do. Many people in my life (the ones who STAY in my life) follow this axiom. Che is the best example I know of of this policy, and it’s one of her many wonderful traits. There are others too who follow this rule, but I haven’t the time to elucidate them all…
Unfortunately, more than a few people I know and have known spend loads of time whinging and complaining and ‘working through’ and all other sorts of nonsense. Every now and then we may all need to do that, but BRIEFLY. After that, follow the axiom, people!
Holy shit I slept late this morning. Needed it though.
Hehe… gotta love Mojo.
I watched Thelma and Louise many years ago. Didn’t know it was on last night, but I was watching Damages anyway. I’m gettin’ the feeling Glenn Close’s character is kinda nuts. NO! Glenn Close playing someone whose a bit nuts? Never! Anyway… sexy. Alls I gotta say.
But the only things I remember about Thelma and Louise were
a Brad Pitt’s bod, and
b uh… I know there was something else. Surely.
I do remember tequila featured at some point in the movie.
Glad you got some sleep. We all need to sleep in occasionally.
Thanks. I is what I is. Trouble.
I haven’t seen Damages, but people seem to like the thoroughly mad Glenn Close. She is pretty cool. I like her.
Yeah, BP’s bod, I remember as well as some of the scenes and dialog. Now that I am older, it seems more shallow and dated than I remember, but that is the power of time I guess. Tequila and alcohol in general were mentioned/shown often in that movie, yet another redeeming feature.
I’d enjoy Damages more, if they didn’t assume all the viewers to be utterly stupid (or perhaps utterly drunk. Who knows?) I mean, most of the show takes place in flashbacks, 6 months before the grisly murder of the main character’s fiance. And in the 1st episode you find out the murder weapon is a pointy bookend. Then after that, you keep getting these obvious ‘glimpses’ of the pointy bookend. “You know what THESE are don’t you? Don’t you! THAAAAAAAATS right - THE MURDER WEAPON!”
Yeah yeah, I know - stop focussing on the stupid bookends and get on with the fucking story.
It’s unfortunate that American shows often assume the viewer is utterly stupid. While in some cases, that’s true, all that spoon-feeding is distracting and even annoying… It’s yet another reason that I find TV to be both annoying and enjoyable, sometimes simultaneously. Gaack!
Although I have to admit that I spend many night buzzed or semi-drunk while watching TV. It’s the only way to get through some of that crap!
LOL!
Can we make that an official SP policy? Shut up, don’t talk about it?
One of my favorite lines in English is: Get a life!
Tomorrow i’ll get my life at the Summer Darkness festival. Four days of utter life, dance and fun! Yeah, i know.. life ain’t always fair..
Bas continues to remind us that we don’t live in the Netherlands, where every day is an adventure.
And a holiday.
*puts fingers in ears* lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
I really don’t want to hear about the Summer Darkness festival. Wishin’ I was there.
And if ‘Shut up, don’t talk about it!’ were our official policy here, it’d be an awfully boring blog, all blank with nobody every sayin’ anything at’all.
By the way, has anyone noticed that R the P is now officially a blogger? Make more than ten posts, you’re a blogger. How’s it feel, R the P, to have joined the navel-gazing masses?
What? Can’t answer you. Gazing at my navel. Contemplating what to blog about next.
I always knew you’d make a fine blogger - already you’ve mastered the most important part.
The navel-gazing.