Musings on entertainment
10.19.09 (1:26 am) [edit]
Just watched parts of The Night Porter. Not the whole thing - it was too emotionally intense for me to sit through its entirety. It's a strange film; I'd almost say Oscar-like, but it's definitely not vying for an Oscar. It tells the story of a destructive relationship and that said relationship's effect on its participants and people around it. Charlotte Rampling plays the female lead and she's beautiful, in a fragile sort of way. Her performance - well, the whole film, really - unnerved me. I liked that, because sometimes films should push you to the limits of your comfort, but it also got me thinking about my entertainment tastes. This is a continuation of a inner analysis begun yesterday after catching up with Goldfinger. I was telling him about my current TV habits (because we're both products of the 20th century, and as such, TV rules our lives) and we realized we have quite divergent tastes. I'm not terribly surprised, considering his DVD collection is crap. Still, it makes me question again how it is that I manage to hang out with people who don't seem to like the same things I do. No one I know likes Supernatural (although people agree Dean Winchester is a babe). No one I know likes origami. No one I know laughs at corny jokes suitable for a second-grade sense of humor. Is it normal to hang wholly with people without shared interests? I thought shared interests were the defining foundation of a friendship. I doubt any of my friends would've sat through even part of The Night Porter. That's okay, it just makes me wonder.