(no subject)

dave bought a copy of lost in translation. he wanted to see it again, he wanted me to see it again, but he strongly suggested that i watch it while he was at work saturday. see, it led to this not-quite-explicable crying jag when we saw it at the downtown west, and dave wanted to be nice and far away if that happened again... one day i hope to manage either more articulate speech or less emotional complexity. but in the meantime, i spent saturday morning watching a movie by myself.

the good news: it's still gorgeous and wonderful and makes me cry. more good news: this time around, the crying didn't extend beyond the end of the movie. the bad news: i still have a hard time explaining exactly what i find so very tear-worthy in a movie billed as a comedy that so many people find to be one... not that it isn't funny, but that's not the primary thing i find there. i at least paid attention to which scenes jerked me around this time, though. if i ever learn to do the fancy lj-cut thing to avoid spoilers, perhaps i'll ruminate on it all at length, untangle it. typing's easier than talking sometimes...

afterwards, i just felt like wandering. and looking. maybe that was the problem last time, we tried to talk too fast. i ended up at the mall... nothing i really wanted to buy, just meandering through. i like crowds when i want to feel truly isolated...