2002-07-28 4:35 p.m.
Yesterday's fare was Me Without You, which I'd hoped to have been as satisfying a "friendship" movie as Lovely and Amazing...unfortunately it never transcends made-for-TV cliche: when it's the late 70s, the main characters are into The Clash...zoom ahead 4 years and presto, they're art-damaged college students listening to Joy Division and...Adam Ant(!), and by this short-hand we're to understand what goes on under their hats. What passes for drama in this film is every few scenes, a character will announce that, e.g., they're going to get married, going to move to NYC, going to have a bubby, and then everyone reacts off of the annoucement, and the two lead females cry and get hysterical.
In its favor, Michelle Williams (our new Justine Bateman) does a credible British accent, and, well, I really liked her 1982 wardrobe.
I started reading Camille today. Who knew it was so steeped in Christianity, and practically feminist in its attitude towards its heroine? A nice surprise on a Sunday morning. I leave you with this stirring passage:
Jesus was full of love for souls wounded by the passions of men; he loved to bind up their wounds and to find in those very wounds the balm which should heal them. Thus he said to the Magdalen: "Much shall be forgiven thee because thou hast loved much," a sublimity of pardon which can only have called forth a sublime faith.
Why do we make ourselves more strict than Christ? Why, holding obstinately to the opinions of the world...do we reject, as it rejects, souls bleeding at wounds by which, like a sick man's bad blood, the evil of their past may be healed, if only a friendly hand is stretched out to lave them and set them in the convalescence of the heart?
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