Pulp
Definition: any soft or soggy mass; "She pounded it to a pulp"
The last week was filled with hugely hyped movies/books for me. And i found myself asking "So what's all the fuss about?" It made me momentarily wonder if I was too 'dumb' to 'appreciate the finer points'. But then, I'm not one for intelligence that needs to concord with the rest of the world…just to fit in smugly :P
The first of my woes was 'Pulp Fiction'. I had heard so much about it being a cult movie, so many friends raved about it and gave me an accusing "You haven't watched it yet?!!? You ought to be dead!" kind of feel...I almost felt obliged to watch. Or be relegated to being the scum of the universe.
Five minutes into the movie and I was thinking how blissful it was being the scum. At least I wouldn't have been subjected to this. WHAT THE HELL WAS THE MOVIE (*!!@#$$%&**!) ALL ABOUT? It was like listening to somebody indulging in all the talk they never got to talk about, because people just weren't interested. I can take that in a book, but a movie??? I was biting my knuckles to stop myself from yelling "Aw C'mon, what's the story??!!?" (yes…I need a STORY). I didn't even find the dialogues funny (somebody droning on about a cheese burger...really???). I'm suspecting the only reason it got popular was for the uninhibited language.
Which brings me to 'The world according to Garp'. I won't slam the book as much as I did the movie. But again, I wondered what the fuss was all about. It had its moments...some bits i really liked, some that made me ponder, some that made me laugh. But for the majority of the book, it was nothing more than a recounting of male fantasies (despite its pseudo-dominant theme of feminism).
After that week of sex and violence, I snuggle up to my (safe) copy of ‘Mill on the floss’ and inject a dose of DDLJ into my system. And with a blueberry cheesecake for company (:), I’m purged of the last week’s excesses.
