tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17774540.post112992237200595088..comments2023-10-19T04:43:36.599-05:00Comments on Nkosi Sikelel'i Afrika: Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00289401259041958499noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17774540.post-1130520566820322912005-10-28T12:29:00.000-05:002005-10-28T12:29:00.000-05:00And what happened to appreciating the process?And what happened to appreciating the process?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17774540.post-1130520483180575622005-10-28T12:28:00.000-05:002005-10-28T12:28:00.000-05:00I LOVE that movie, and you know what? It DOESN'T f...I LOVE that movie, and you know what? It DOESN'T fall into classic romantic comedy formula because in her "what if" life there was no happy ending. He told her that even though she'd crashed his wedding and expressed her undying love, and even though he still loved her, he had a life and it was real and they needed to get over themselves. Their interactions as adults and the conclusion of the movie are what make it a romantic "comedy." All's well that ends well (or ended well) because the real life kicker at the end of her "almost" future taught her a lesson (albeit, an old formula). I don't think the movie tells you that you'll reach love if you reach beyond the highest bounds; it tells you that you should love the things you have (which is an incredibly good message, and possible for anyone). So... appreciate those things that should be appreciated and they will appreciate you back, even if you don't end up marrying them (such as pets). Meow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17774540.post-1130191530263519672005-10-24T17:05:00.000-05:002005-10-24T17:05:00.000-05:00So, the movie was addictive, but my paper tore tha...So, the movie was addictive, but my paper tore that shit apart. Seriously, a pink house like the one he put together in middle school? If that was reality, then I'd live in a house with wobbly walls and a dog made out circles, just like the ones I drew in kindergarten. We had glitter (oh, sorry, magic wish dust) back then too. Oh, and why can't we all be 13 again? I'll tell you. Because it SUCKED.<BR/><BR/>LuAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17774540.post-1130130894543973842005-10-24T00:14:00.000-05:002005-10-24T00:14:00.000-05:0013 Going on 30 is the example that we have to use?...13 Going on 30 is the example that we have to use? Damn. I made a point of renting that movie. I watched it alone so that I wouldn't be jeered by friends or family, thinking it would be a wonderfully guilty pleasure on a Sunday afternoon, but it stil sucked. I too watch romantic comedies, in spite of their tendency to reduce love into a 3 act formula, and I WANTED to like it, I really did. Jason, how were you sucked in? I was just sucked.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com