Dot in the Sky (
dotinthesky) wrote2006-01-30 11:22 pm
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Minnesota: The Coldest Buttfuck in America
Milwaukee, Minnesota, the third film we rented from the library this weekend, is actually set in the crumbling suburbs near Milwaukee, Winsconsin. But, as one of the fucktards in the movies says, "it might as well be Minnesota" -- the middle of nowhere looks the same, no matter how far you drive.
It's one of those effective small films, about a cute retard who can win thousands of dollars in fishing tournaments, and who inadvertently attracts the attention of various charlatans and scammers. It was the perfect low-key film to watch on Monday evening after a day at work. Some cute twists, some cute one-liners, a few beautiful shots of the desolate white snow, but not at all a classic.
However, a neat synchronicity took place:
I finished reading Crime and Punishment over the weekend and was looking forward to picking up something trashy, disposable and fast. One of my co-workers had promised to lend me Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, but when I didn't hear from her I headed over to the second-hand bookstalls by the river and grabbed Naked Prey from the Crime section. The novel takes place in North Minnesota, amidst the same kind of desolate scenario and freezing Winter that was shown in Milwaukee, Minnesota. One of the scenes in the novel describes almost perfectly the last scene in the film:
"As they crossed the river, Lucas noticed a dense spread of ice-fishing shacks at a bend to the north. A few were simply flat-topped boxes with doors, while others were more elaborate, with pitched roofs and American flags on door poles. Then the river was behind them and they followed the railroad tracks past the pastel Cape Cods and the dwindling businesses and quickly were back on the prairie."
I imagine that this is the kind of scenery
rebellemichelle is used to seeing when she drives down to America for gigs. Those roads lead into small towns filled with folk who will look at you and know you are not from around there (as
selfish told me once.) If you step into their bars, you are likely to see a middle-aged woman, dressed in a leather skirt, face creased by too many cigarettes and one-night stands, dancing to an old juke box. You'll wake up in the morning, have your diner breakfast, and be ready to skid the wheels out of town before the church ladies have even had time to remember your name.
I'd like to rent a car one day and cross America, or Canada... or both. I'd like to do it in the Summer though; Winter in North America can be a bitch.
It's one of those effective small films, about a cute retard who can win thousands of dollars in fishing tournaments, and who inadvertently attracts the attention of various charlatans and scammers. It was the perfect low-key film to watch on Monday evening after a day at work. Some cute twists, some cute one-liners, a few beautiful shots of the desolate white snow, but not at all a classic.
However, a neat synchronicity took place:
I finished reading Crime and Punishment over the weekend and was looking forward to picking up something trashy, disposable and fast. One of my co-workers had promised to lend me Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, but when I didn't hear from her I headed over to the second-hand bookstalls by the river and grabbed Naked Prey from the Crime section. The novel takes place in North Minnesota, amidst the same kind of desolate scenario and freezing Winter that was shown in Milwaukee, Minnesota. One of the scenes in the novel describes almost perfectly the last scene in the film:
"As they crossed the river, Lucas noticed a dense spread of ice-fishing shacks at a bend to the north. A few were simply flat-topped boxes with doors, while others were more elaborate, with pitched roofs and American flags on door poles. Then the river was behind them and they followed the railroad tracks past the pastel Cape Cods and the dwindling businesses and quickly were back on the prairie."
I imagine that this is the kind of scenery
I'd like to rent a car one day and cross America, or Canada... or both. I'd like to do it in the Summer though; Winter in North America can be a bitch.
shag carpet even
so, my family has a 4 bed ice-fishing shack with shag carpet,, tv, dvd player, surround sound a microwave oven, etc,,, and, their's is not even that fancy! seriously, i have seen two story ice-shacks on the lakes!
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Roadtripping is one of the best things Australia has going for it.
In London next week by the way. Arrive Wed 8th.
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I do love the snow, and miss it, but I also remember how stir-crazy the whiteness and the cold could make you by February.
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And my mail is being horrible today and won't send you this:
crossing animals comic.
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Driving across America with you would be amazing. I'd need someone to navigate me through all the cultural lingo, so I think you'd be my perfect partner.
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my sofa is nice and comfie and you are well come to crash any time.
I have a very central flat with a great room mate.
so come visit me in San Francisco!
-david
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and San Francisco is quite expensive.
I have an "in" at lots of clubs, theatre for plays, movies, performances,,, more than happy to hook you up!
check out hospitalityclub.org
I have met wonderful people all over Europe, most let you crash on their sofa! I let them crash with me. makes traveling much cheaper when you have a free place to sleep!
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