The Movie of My Life
I'm not sure whether it's because of the ever-increasing prevalence of movies and movie soundtracks in society, or because of the upsurge in ever-more-portable music playing devices, or if it's entirely borne out of a strangeness inherent to me, but more often than not, when I'm walking somewhere or sitting on a bus and listening to my iPod, I start to wonder whether this could possibly be the opening scene to a movie.
It never could be; at least, it would never make anything but a very boring movie, but there's something about watching the lights of Cambridge Common slide past my reflection in a bus window that becomes somehow interesting (poignant, maybe, or like it's building to something else) when set to "Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters." It could be the title sequence of a semi-artsy film - credits rolling over shots of a girl riding a bus, exiting the bus, walking along brick sidewalks through remnants of blizzard slush, all to the beats of the Postal Service.
Clearly, no one would see this movie, quality soundtrack or no. The scenes of me on the bus and walking home are never followed by a mysterious discovery or an alien visit or an explosion. They're followed by me walking up the steps to my apartment, finding my keys, and opening the door. It's boring even to me, or it would be if I didn't have "Young Pilgrims" being piped into my ears.
But still, every time I walk through Cambridge to various tunes of the Magnetic Fields, which is pretty much every weekday, there is at least one moment in which I try to figure out how this movie could be made interesting. In the movie I am played by Kirsten Dunst, who for the role has dyed her hair brownish blonde, for which dozens of her fans thank me. I guess they don't like Kirsten to be a redhead or blonde or whatever she is now; for the record, I liked her hair when it was orangey red. But anyway, the movie starts with Kirstin (me) riding on a bus and then disembarking, looking thoughtfully up at the night sky as she does so, to the sounds of Bob Dylan or the Darkness or sometimes an audiobook that gets pulled up randomly by the iPod's shuffle feature. Oops.
It's unclear what happens next, although I would guess that Kirsten (I) get(s) an awesome job and rocket(s) up the ranks of the company, passing judgment on manuscripts while quipping cleverly with her (my) co-workers. If any flashbacks are needed, the movie will use actual scenes of Kirsten Dunst as a child, either in Jumanji or Interview With a Vampire. Which movie they're from depends on whether I had gorgeous curly hair in that particular flashback, or was being chased by increasingly dangerous jungle creatures. The distribution will be about even, I'm guessing.
Now I don't want anyone to think that I actually believe that I look anything like Kirsten Dunst. Although it has been said by more than one person (two, actually) that this one picture of me looks remarkably like her, I do realize that in reality we do not resemble each other. But since she is just a year older than I am, and doesn't seem to have anything to do right now other than film Spider Man: Whatever Number They're At Now, I figure she's a good bet.
Coincidentally, I think the studio is actually going to name my movie something like, "Spider-Man 3," which may be confusing to some people. It definitely is about me, though you may notice that I've had the screenwriters change a few names and details in order to protect the innocent and the litigious. Apparently, this happens all the time in Hollywood, and no one should take much offense at it.
It never could be; at least, it would never make anything but a very boring movie, but there's something about watching the lights of Cambridge Common slide past my reflection in a bus window that becomes somehow interesting (poignant, maybe, or like it's building to something else) when set to "Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters." It could be the title sequence of a semi-artsy film - credits rolling over shots of a girl riding a bus, exiting the bus, walking along brick sidewalks through remnants of blizzard slush, all to the beats of the Postal Service.
Clearly, no one would see this movie, quality soundtrack or no. The scenes of me on the bus and walking home are never followed by a mysterious discovery or an alien visit or an explosion. They're followed by me walking up the steps to my apartment, finding my keys, and opening the door. It's boring even to me, or it would be if I didn't have "Young Pilgrims" being piped into my ears.
But still, every time I walk through Cambridge to various tunes of the Magnetic Fields, which is pretty much every weekday, there is at least one moment in which I try to figure out how this movie could be made interesting. In the movie I am played by Kirsten Dunst, who for the role has dyed her hair brownish blonde, for which dozens of her fans thank me. I guess they don't like Kirsten to be a redhead or blonde or whatever she is now; for the record, I liked her hair when it was orangey red. But anyway, the movie starts with Kirstin (me) riding on a bus and then disembarking, looking thoughtfully up at the night sky as she does so, to the sounds of Bob Dylan or the Darkness or sometimes an audiobook that gets pulled up randomly by the iPod's shuffle feature. Oops.
It's unclear what happens next, although I would guess that Kirsten (I) get(s) an awesome job and rocket(s) up the ranks of the company, passing judgment on manuscripts while quipping cleverly with her (my) co-workers. If any flashbacks are needed, the movie will use actual scenes of Kirsten Dunst as a child, either in Jumanji or Interview With a Vampire. Which movie they're from depends on whether I had gorgeous curly hair in that particular flashback, or was being chased by increasingly dangerous jungle creatures. The distribution will be about even, I'm guessing.
Now I don't want anyone to think that I actually believe that I look anything like Kirsten Dunst. Although it has been said by more than one person (two, actually) that this one picture of me looks remarkably like her, I do realize that in reality we do not resemble each other. But since she is just a year older than I am, and doesn't seem to have anything to do right now other than film Spider Man: Whatever Number They're At Now, I figure she's a good bet.
Coincidentally, I think the studio is actually going to name my movie something like, "Spider-Man 3," which may be confusing to some people. It definitely is about me, though you may notice that I've had the screenwriters change a few names and details in order to protect the innocent and the litigious. Apparently, this happens all the time in Hollywood, and no one should take much offense at it.
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