It's no accident that I bring up the maker of the "NJ trilogy," and I blame J and K2 for whatever Jay and Silent Bob aesthetic that is lingering in my poor tormented mind. If they hadn't been hospitable and let me hole up during the storm, if they didn't have a profound wealth readily available visual entertainment, and if they hadn't persisted in using their Amazing Mental Powers3 to sway me, I may have remained pure and resisted the awful temptations of Selma Hayek topless. No. Instead, we sat and watched Dogma and talked about things like how it would have been better if someone had randomly fallen from the sky and landed on the side of the New Jersey Turnpike4 or how I'd never seen Chasing Amy.
Of course, I rented Chasing Amy after I found my way home and dug out an unlikely space for my car. You folks didn't tell me that it wasn't exactly a feel-good hit, but it did get me thinking. I won't say a lot on that just because I'm still processing. What I will say is that regret seems to hold some strange fascination for me. Perhaps it's because I can connect so easily with it, or perhaps it has something to do with being gifted with a sense that it's part of who we are as opposed to being just a part of who I am.
Talk to me.
1Our heat turns on late in these parts.
2No, not these guys, despite any superficial resemblance.
3There was a lot of talk about mind bullets while I was around.
4I honestly don't remember which film was released first in 1999, but man that would have been cool. I'd also argue that the federal building elevator in The Matrix should have been playing "The Girl From Ipanema," but I think that might be an entirely different post.