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maryhi journal sites it's 2:42am in Chicago and jetlag has had me awake for the last couple hours. I love this city and i love my friends but those are posts for another time because for now i have just finished listening to the social network soundtrack yet again on my mp3 player and think i have a good metaphor to explain why the film has hit me as it has.
My favourite oscar wilde quote - which i am probably botching - is 'from the wildness of my wasted passion i had struck a better, clearer song'.
Now, wilde was obsessed with the romanticism of greek tragedy before his trial - it was part of what made him make the choices he made. He thought a sad, poetic ending to his great love affair proved its profundity and truth.
But then he grew up. And he struck a better, clearer song.
The actors and crew etc of tsn describe the story as 'very greek' a lot. And it is. In ways pre-jail oscar would have soundly approved of.
But we never get the better, clearer song at the close, we don't get a realisation of the downside of being in a greek epic. Not that the film has any reason to offer this - it's only my love of the wilde quote that makes me want or expect any such resolution.
But every time 'hand covers bruise' reappears on the soundtrack it's quieter, more distant. Behind more static.
Mark never gets his clearer song. And so i keep on turning the movie over in my head, unresolved.
My favourite oscar wilde quote - which i am probably botching - is 'from the wildness of my wasted passion i had struck a better, clearer song'.
Now, wilde was obsessed with the romanticism of greek tragedy before his trial - it was part of what made him make the choices he made. He thought a sad, poetic ending to his great love affair proved its profundity and truth.
But then he grew up. And he struck a better, clearer song.
The actors and crew etc of tsn describe the story as 'very greek' a lot. And it is. In ways pre-jail oscar would have soundly approved of.
But we never get the better, clearer song at the close, we don't get a realisation of the downside of being in a greek epic. Not that the film has any reason to offer this - it's only my love of the wilde quote that makes me want or expect any such resolution.
But every time 'hand covers bruise' reappears on the soundtrack it's quieter, more distant. Behind more static.
Mark never gets his clearer song. And so i keep on turning the movie over in my head, unresolved.