Moviegoing:
The Joneses
The other night, on my way home from Avenue C, I stopped in at the Village VII theatre for the 5:45 showing of The Joneses, largely because the timing was right and there was nothing in the neighborhood that I particularly wanted to see. I was ready for a less-than-satisfying moviegoing experience, but The Jones turned out to be a very interesting disappointment — a disappointment to think about, perhaps, but not to watch. I was often reminded, in fact, of John Frankenheimer’s 1966 nightmare, Seconds. It took hours for the film’s affect to wear off — no surprise, I suppose, given that, as I understand, Derrick Borte, who co-wrote and directed The Joneses, is handy at shooting television commercials.
¶ The Joneses, at Portico.
When I was in high school, I cenrtialy couldn’t afford stylish clothes, so I didn’t bother. Instead, I created a certain image for myself and wore cheap clothes that made people think I was cool for ignoring conventions of style. A great example (albiet not very frugal) was my keychain collection. I used to collect keychains whereever I went, and developed a 5 foot long chain of them. I wore them around my waist and made a VERY loud clanging sound walking down the hallway. It was absolutely rediculous and lots of kids laughed, but they were laughing with me instead of at me.Edward Antrobus recently posted..