10.5.2013 Old Joy


I still love this movie, but it isn’t as immediate of an experience for me as it used to be.

The first two times I saw it in the theater (I’ve somehow seen it 4 times in that setting) were stronger experiences because of who I was with.  The first time was a male friend and the second a female friend and both relationships were strained at the time for different reasons, but basically I felt like I had fucked things up beyond repair.  The longing and awkwardness of the men in the film was a perfect reflection of how I was feeling and somehow watching it with those people felt cathartic, as if the film was able to acknowledge to each of us what we were unable.

Watching it will always be tied to those two people for me, but luckily I suppose, those feelings have been muted with age and resolution.

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