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Saw A Lot Like Love today. It had no real depth, but was a charming love story. Ashton Kutcher is more than a hot body, and I'm just realizing that.

The last scene of The L Word tonight was the best the series has ever been. I'm still blown away. I'm debating running to the tv right now to try to watch it again, but it's probably already finished.

and the real reason I'm posting . . .

Earlier this weekend, I started ruminating about Passion, which is a Sondheim musical, for those non-musical theater people reading this. I love the songs, but hadn't watched it in years, and became convinced that I needed to watch it again, that some cosmic voice was sending me guidance by saying, "this is what you need right now". So I did, and I still don't understand why Georgio falls in love with Fosca. Every one of her actions until after Loving You was manipulative and stalktastic, and I don't think I could ever love someone who treated me like that. I'm not saying things with Clara were perfect; I agree that she was holding back and preventing them from loving each other completely. I just don't think either is the answer. If I had to choose, however, I'd pick Clara. Hell, I would have filed a PPO from the phrase, "My dearest Fosca". So now I'm wondering if I'm just too fucked up to be as deeply in love with someone as Fosca says she is, or if I'm just experiencing a healthy sense of self preservation. God, I ask for guidance.

Maybe what it all comes down to is that Passion is a translation of a french story (it was french, right?), and maybe it's some cultural value that I'm just not socialized to believe in. or maybe I can stop minimizing my concern, and actually reflect on the situation as it presented itself to me. Well, I'm going to continue this argument with myself away from the keyboard. Goodnight, all.

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happgood
Apr. 25th, 2005 11:30 am (UTC)
Acually it was an Italian novel...FOSCA by Igino Tarchetti.

But the interesting part was that the author of the novel had LIVED the experience. Many plot points were indeed autobiographical to Tarchetti, who died at age 29, shortly after writing the novel. (Names were changed to protect people, etc.)

So that may be why in the novel, the film and the musical it is so hard for most people to see the "why". It really is written from one man's perspective.

I found an interesting analysis of the book compared to the musical at http://passion.thebluesky.de/
hapgood
Apr. 25th, 2005 02:54 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the link, it has great information. His ending was more realistic, in my view.
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