Everybody Hurts.

Rating: 9/10 (21 August 2009)

Quentin Tarantino is an old friend. I can relate a lot to him, in the way that so much is expected from me that I find that people, when they are in my company, tend to enjoy more the prospect of being in my company than the actual experience. I always make good first impressions and I give people the illusion that I am a fun loving friendly, intelligent, articulate guy. It is my own fault, I am very stylistic, I watch a lot of movies, I like a lot of style, I like to impress myself on people as opposed to expressing myself to people. On first meetings I leave quite a good impression. The second time is when people begin to realize there's not much more than that stylistic facade I seem to veil over my soul. Some people are so smitten by their first impressions of me that they come to me, time and time again, hoping to catch a glimpse or be reminded of that initial meeting, hoping to be in the presence of some transcendent metaphysical spiritual resurrection of my old self, or, the old self that they once knew. But they always leave disappointed. Sometimes they are almost satisfied- but never truly satisfied. They expect certain things, and I never come through. I absolutely loved this movie. Everything about it. I'm only seventeen and therefore not too much in control of my own emotions or myself, so I found myself at times expecting too much, and, consequently, not allowing myself to enjoy the movie to it's fullest capacity. I want to watch it again. I want to watch it in peace with my mind and the world around me.