Cleolinda Jones (cleolinda) wrote,
Cleolinda Jones
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My thrilling Labor Day weekend

1. Sleep.

2. Read Ray Bradbury.

3. Faff around on internet. Go back and tag August entries, because laziness had set in. Despair of going back and tagging all the pre-tag era entries from 2003 - 2005.

4. Avoid Alabama-Hawaii game on TV downstairs, as well as associated shrieking.

5. Sleep.

6. Sunday breakfast. Mmmtoast.

7. Sleep.

8. Faff around on internet. Discover discussion of mythical Jurassic Park 4 on FW. Realize I have bombshell to contribute to discussion; search "cracked out" on journal, dig up old AICN link. Remember this one, guys?

9. Write up linkspam; consider lunch.


Linkspam both frivolous and sobering:

ALIEN MERMAID WTF. I mean, no, it's not real; it's on Snopes. It's just--who said, "You know what, I'm gonna fake a mermaid corpse, but this one, this one's gonna be an alien mermaid"?

Okay, it's time to address the Suri Cruise sculpture. I've seen this linked a few places, and no, Crazy Tom Cruise did not have his mythical baby's first poop bronzed. Number one, she isn't even on solid food yet anyway. Number two, this is from the same sculptor who did the statue of naked Britney Spears giving birth on a bearskin rug. Tom Cruise is crazy, but he ain't this crazy; he had nothing to do with this.

Remember the discussion we had about watching movie casts take shape, and people who didn't get famous roles? This site is for you.

This is the link I was talking about yesterday. It's a trailer for a documentary called The Bridge, wherein the filmmakers spent a year documenting all the suicides at the Golden Gate Bridge, the most suicide-prone spot in the world, apparently, in trying to figure out... why, I guess. Here's a better description:

The heartrending truths in Auden and Brueghel's works—that people suffer largely unnoticed while the rest of the world goes about its business—are brought literally and painfully home in Eric Steel's The Bridge, a documentary exploration of the mythic beauty of the Golden Gate Bridge, the most popular suicide destination in the world, and the unfortunate souls drawn by its siren call. Steel and his crew filmed the bridge during daylight hours from two separate locations for all of 2004, recording most of the two dozen deaths in that year (and preventing several others). They also taped more than 100 hours of interviews with friends, families and witnesses, who recount in sorrowful detail stories of struggles with depression, substance abuse and mental illness. The result is a moving and unsettling film that cannot help but touch everyone in the Bay Area in one way or another, not least because it admittedly raises as many questions as it answers: about suicide, mental illness and civic responsibility as well as the filmmaker's relationship to his fraught and complicated material.
So it's more sensitively filmed than I'm making it sound. And finally the trailer comes out, and it's so incredibly quiet and stark and sad. In the trailer itself, you see two or three people actually climbing over the rail of the bridge. I can't remember where I read about the film previously, but I remember them saying that, in the documentary itself, they cut away before the actual jump or fall in most cases, except for one or two instances in which you can't see much anyway. The two or three people you see in the trailer itself make you feel--well, they make me feel very sad, because you sit there watching them, wondering what brought them to this point. They don't look stereotypically "crazy" or "desperate"; they're not shaking or sobbing or drawing attention in any way whatsoever. They just climb over and... fall. If you do watch it, you'll see what I mean--the tone itself is respectful, I think, and the description of the movie makes it sound like they want to figure out how people get to this point and why help is not getting to them--not on the bridge, I mean, but earlier in their lives. And the filmmakers do say that whenever they had any chance to help or stop someone, they did; it's just that with all the pedestrian traffic, and the lengths jumpers go to not to attract notice, it's hard to tell what's going to happen until it's too late.

The part that got me was when you hear a woman in voiceover saying that she asked a cop if this happens a lot, over a wide shot of the bridge, and right as you hear her say, "And he said, 'It happens all the time,'" very unexpectedly, you see a tiny splash in the water. For some reason, that really, really upset me, even more than seeing the actual people getting ready to jump. After stopping the trailer and sitting there and staring and wiping my eyes for a few minutes, I ran the clip back several times and looked, and I swear you can't see anyone actually jump. Which is what makes it all the more unexpected--it's kind of a metaphor for the whole documentary, I think. So many people go on suffering unnoticed, and no one helps them--no one knows to help them, no one sees them, and then it's too late.

So, I'm just saying. I think I really want to see this now, but I might have to wait for the DVD. And you may not want to watch the trailer if you think it'll upset you.

Juxtaposed against that, this site takes on a whole new meaning. It's amazing, though--once the applet has loaded, you can click random dots ("happy," "guilty," "sad") and see real excerpts from online journals. I don't know how they collect them ("12 mins ago"), but apparently the key word in all the sentences is "feel."

And now that I've depressed the hell out of you: here, have a panda dancing. It might make you feel better.


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