musings for whatever state you're in

So I recently took the plunge and rented Garden State, the film that took the semi-indie film world by storm for a good three months last year. Well, all I have to say is, "That was an okay film." It's hard to keep my erection for a film that I've heard lauded in several languages and from several several people whose taste in film I trust. It had several genuinely pleasing moments. I enjoyed the mixture of absurdist (yet believable) humor and the intense realism of emotions and "chronology." Still, I wanted to hit someone for ending the film with a makeout scene at an airport. Barf. Didn't we get that out of our system with the last episode of Friends?

Anyway, the dvd is loaded with outtakes, deleted scenes, and a making-of documentary. All of this got me thinking: the same type of film could be made about my life in Maryville and all its eccentric hedonist post-graduate residents. I think I would have to call it "Volunteer State." Christine suggested a scene in which I am on the toilet, mid-shit,m talking on the phone to my mother, smoking a cigarette. I like this: A white wall behind me with some ironic wall hanging. I put down the phone, put out my cigarette, and flush with a sigh, soiled paper in my hand. Fade to a shot of Japanese college students walking past my open bathroom window as Coldplay's "The Scientist" accompanies the camera down the tree-lined streets of the Historic Hill district.

How does that sound? I mean, come on, our lives in Murville are at least as interesting as some moderately talented hollywood sellout actor cum Sundance auteur. Don't you think?

Please send me any ideas you have, my ambivalent following, for further scenes.

More later.

Love Scott (the pretty one)