Influence
I rented a great movie the other day that made me want to share my pathetic thoughts with you (all two of you . . . if I am lucky). The movie was 'Igby Goes Down'
I have now seen this movie three times now and it still holds a place as one of my five favorite movies of all time. Not because of some neo-political point that it makes (though I could make one from it). I do not love it because of the extremely beautiful and wonderful Claire Danes. Nor do I love this movie because of its gripping story line. I love this movie because of the caustic, albeit hilarious, one liners. The writers of this script should be canonized for their grip of cunning linguistic debauchery. Here are some examples of what I am talking about: (thanks to IMDb for the use of their great resource)
Sookie: What kind of name is 'Igby'?
Igby: The kind of name that someone named 'Sookie' is in no position to question.
D.H. Banes: I believe, umm, that certain people in life are meant to fall by the wayside; to serve as warnings to the rest of us; signs posts along the way.
Igby: To where?
D.H. Banes: Success.
Oliver: Our father would be a 'slippery when schizophrenic' sign, for instance...
[pause]
Oliver: ... along the highway of life.
Igby: She's a dancer who doesn't dance and her friend is a painter who doesn't paint. It's kind of a Boho version of the Island of the Lost Toys.
Igby: Oliver is majoring in neo-fascism at Colombia.
Oliver: Economics.
Igby: Semantics.
Igby: How many Vassar professors and intellectual theologians beget nymphomaniacal, pseudo-Bohemian JAPs?
Sookie: I am not a JAP.
Igby: It's ironic that the first time in my life that I feel remotely affectionate for her, is when she's dead.
Oliver: You beat up her corpse.
Igby: I know, but after that.
Oliver: [on Igby] I think if Gandhi had to spend a prolonged amount of time with you, he'd end up beating the shit out of you, too.
Sookie: You call your mother "Mimi"?
Igby: "Heinous One" is a bit cumbersome.
[Sookie nods]
Igby: And Medea was taken.
Sookie: You know what I think when I'm this close to another body? I think one day at one moment... this body that I'm holding in my arms will stop breathing... stop living. Just... stop. One day you'll happen upon my name in the obits and you'll remember this moment when we were so close.
Igby: You're a real fuckin' upper.
Sookie: Dimebag... well that got your attention.
Igby: Pavlov's pothead... I hear the sound of a bong clink and my eyes begin to water.
Sookie: That's funny.
Igby: Can we go back to your mom's apartment and have sex?
Sookie: No! You think that'll make you feel better? It won't. It'll just make you feel really empty and sad. You're better off masturbating.
Igby: Are you a vegetarian?
Sookie: Why would you ask that?
Igby: I've just never seen anybody roll a joint like that.
Sookie: What does that have to do with being a vegetarian?
Igby: Oh, they're just so precious.
Sookie: I roll perfect joints.
Igby: I'm not putting them down, they're incredible.
Sookie: Well, thank you.
Igby: It's incredible that a human being can make such neat, little joints.
Sookie: You make it sound as if I'm anal or something, just because I know how to roll a perfect joint.
Igby: No, not anal. Vegetarian.
Sookie: Well, what does that mean?
Igby: Well, you don't roll like, big rasta spliff joints, do you? Your joints are like salad joints, not like a big, sloppy, bleeding cheeseburger-that-you-rip-into-kind-of-a-joint joint.
Sookie: I guess marijuana isn't a visceral experience for me. Sex is for me.
Igby: Right.
Sookie: Ok, so I am a vegetarian, but for purely moral reasons.
Peeka: Lucky Charms?
Igby: What?
Peeka: Fucking Lucky Charms!
Igby: I don't know.
Sookie: [to and about Ollie] You're the fascist brother.
Igby: He prefers young Republican.
These are just *some* of the amazing quotes from this movie; a movie that all must see. However, I feel more than love for this movie. I believe that, for me, this was a life changing event. I have always thought of myself as something more than the average human being. I know that this sounds fucked up but I feel that I have something that not many other people have; the ability to turn my "give-a-fuck' off at anytime. I can say things without regret or remorse. I also tend to say witty things that make people laugh and also cry at the same time. Moreover, I cannot be offended. The only problem with that is that I then tend to offend people, but then I just turn off my "give-a-fuck," and it doesn't matter. Am I my own fucked up version of a sophist? Fuck . . .
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posted by Ostentatious Transitioning Sophist @ Monday, January 08, 2007
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