La-di-da, la-di-da, la la.

May 31, 2012 7 notes

i realize i hate texting? i mean ive always been bad at it like texting back and “”initiating the conversation”” but man it’s p dumb i hate it

talking on the phone is bad but not as bad because typically phone conversations happen bc there’s something that needs to be discussed whereas texting usually happens because someone is bored

i guess i dont hate texting i just hate any conversation that isnt planning on going anywhere fast

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Submarine (2010)

Tonight I stumbled across an encyclopaedia entry on ultrasound. Ultrasound is a sound vibration too high frequency to be audible. It was first developed to locate submerged objects – submarines, depth charges, atlantis and such. Some animals, like bats, dolphins and dogs, can hear within the ultrasonic frequency. But no human can. No one can truly know what anyone thinks or feels. What’s inside Mum? What’s inside Dad? What’s inside Jordana? We’re all travelling under the radar undetected. And no one can do a thing about it.

Submarine is a coming-of-age comedy-drama film based on a 2008 novel by Joe Dunthorne. Its hero, Oliver Tate, is a precocious dictionary reader who tries to keep his family from falling apart and at the same time, be the best boyfriend in the world for Jordana Bevan.

From a stereotypical point of view, one would think that a silent, English geek would fall for a popular, Barbie-type girl. But Submarine defied the cliché. Hence, I can say that the film (or the novel) is an original.

Aside from originality, the movie is unpredictable. I thought it would later be discovered that he is mentally ill or that he would likely commit suicide but (laugh at me), I was wrong (again).

Also, the use of Polaroids and typewriters makes me think that Submarine is somewhat an ode to analogue (which I’m really fond of) and this added the film’s appeal to me.

Touching, quirky and thoughtful are the words that best encapsulate what this movie is. One thing I don’t like though, the use of J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye as Oliver’s favorite book is overrated. But I forgive that tiny detail since it is… well, tiny. Whatever.