Landlady’s got a big old hard drive at her place with a bunch of movies and TV shows, and with her permission I’ve killed quite a few evening hours with it over the past couple of years. Some of the movies are of the ‘only because it’s free’ variety, and those I have mostly avoided until such moments when I was really hard up for a movie I haven’t seen six times.
Such was the case with a flick called GI Jane, which I have heard of but disdained for reasons I trust will be obvious. But I watched it recently, during an evening when I wanted a movie but just couldn’t face Fifth Element or Dark City one more time. (I did what I could with sales-rack DVDs before I left Socal, knowing I’d want them in hermitage. But it wasn’t a very prosperous period and now that’s pretty much what I’ve got.) So to Landlady’s hard drive and Demi Moore I trudged, and to my surprise the flick didn’t suck quite as totally as I assumed it would. Almost. Very close. But not quite totally.
And there was a D. H. Lawrence poem I looked up later, assuming it was an excerpt but it appears to be the whole thing:
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
Without ever having felt sorry for itself
Which I think may go on the sidebar.