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anotheranonI had a... good Christmas.
No mood swings, no depression, no terrible feeling that I got it wrong yet again. It was a GOOD day.
D. and I slept very, very late - we'd both stayed up late reading our Christmas Eve presents (one of my family's traditions is that you give books for Christmas Eve. This started as a means to get kids to go to bed so the parents could "play Santa" in peace, but I give to adults as well). I woke up a couple of times in the morning to the sound of extremely heavy rain. When I finally got up and put my lenses in, I saw that we were having sleet and snow. I don't think I've ever seen a white Christmas before.
After getting up around 1 (!) we opened gifts. I will not go into details but we got many useful and amusing things.
We spent the afternoon watching one of D.'s gifts, "Mullholland Drive". Excellent movie - beautifully shot and acted, but we still have no idea what happened. Our best theory is that the plot operates on a loop with no beginning or end, but I'm eager to hear other thoughts. Nothing would be a spoiler and I'd say that everyone has an equal chance of being right.
Ate turkey burgers (ah, tryptophan!) and chocolate chip cookies. Watched the cats play with their new toys (Spice decided her squeaky mouse needed a whupping, and Kisia hoovered up her catnip treats).
It was good, but I am looking forward to the world "starting" again - everything seems to go on hold until 12/25, especially the day itself.
No mood swings, no depression, no terrible feeling that I got it wrong yet again. It was a GOOD day.
D. and I slept very, very late - we'd both stayed up late reading our Christmas Eve presents (one of my family's traditions is that you give books for Christmas Eve. This started as a means to get kids to go to bed so the parents could "play Santa" in peace, but I give to adults as well). I woke up a couple of times in the morning to the sound of extremely heavy rain. When I finally got up and put my lenses in, I saw that we were having sleet and snow. I don't think I've ever seen a white Christmas before.
After getting up around 1 (!) we opened gifts. I will not go into details but we got many useful and amusing things.
We spent the afternoon watching one of D.'s gifts, "Mullholland Drive". Excellent movie - beautifully shot and acted, but we still have no idea what happened. Our best theory is that the plot operates on a loop with no beginning or end, but I'm eager to hear other thoughts. Nothing would be a spoiler and I'd say that everyone has an equal chance of being right.
Ate turkey burgers (ah, tryptophan!) and chocolate chip cookies. Watched the cats play with their new toys (Spice decided her squeaky mouse needed a whupping, and Kisia hoovered up her catnip treats).
It was good, but I am looking forward to the world "starting" again - everything seems to go on hold until 12/25, especially the day itself.
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Date: 2002-12-25 08:17 pm (UTC)everything leading up to the opening of the blue box is essentially a dream by betty/diane. in this dream, diane creates an idealized version of herself that is cheerful, able to overcome obstacles that threaten her, concerned for a strange exotic woman, rita. (who is her idealized version of camilla: helpless and totally dependent on betty) betty realizes over time that she is in love with rita, and reality begins to creep back into her dream in the form of club silencio and the blue box. silencio showed that the reality she'd created in her mind was all artifice and that the things she'd done (conspiring to murder camilla) were set down in the records of her mind and could never be undone.
the opening of the blue box is analagous to having to face reality: she has conspired to murder her lover. the remainder of the movie is stream of consciousness rememberances of what had led her to kill camilla. the old people chasing diane around her apartment represent her guilt over where she'd come from and what she'd turned into since she was very idealistic when she'd come to hollywood and lost that idealism over time until she wound up the bitter hag she'd become.
there are other subtleties, but that's the overall theory i have.