Another archive bit, this time from Jan 2005. I went to see
The Phantom of the Opera in a rare family trip to the cinema. It was an excruciating outing in some respects: I don't love seeing movies with other people in general, and the rest of the party seemed determined to irritate the frak out of me throughout...
Of course,
The Phantom of the Opera is not a great movie. It's not as bad as some folks would make out, and I don't think it's aged well but it's not awful.
This is another post that feels like it's from '
before'. Before the real darkness set in; before I pulled myself out of the hole; before, before... I've edited somewhat, partly to make my meaning absolutely clear, but the content remains essentially the same... and in places I've noted where my younger self was basically starry-eyed, naive and
wrong. We live, we learn. What a
naïf I was...
This stayed with me for a long time after I posted it, opening with a single, simple question:
Would I love Jim Morrison if he were ugly?