Shame (2011)

Sometimes when I'm really excited about something I begin to stress out about dying before I get to enjoy it. It's very morbid, I know.  When I was a kid it was always Christmas or my birthday.  I thought about something unforeseen happening to me and never getting to know what gifts I got. I was a selfish little bastard. A death-consumed selfish little bastard.

My current worry is that I'll never get to see the movie Shame:

Shame UK Trailer from Transmission Films on Vimeo.

I just love the scoring of that trailer.
Dropping in on the official site you can see that the limited release showings have already ended nearly a month ago and that they've not come to any town in Ohio.
Affluence. Commitment issues. Gentlemanly endeavors amongst polite society.  Dirty secrets and internal conflict.  Shame.  This has all the makings of a film I'll be watching dozens of times much like Elegy which my viewings of, by now, would have to be in the high 20s.  This movie looks like American Psycho with sex addiction in place of psychotic  bloodlust. Right down my alley.  I fear that I'm setting myself up for disappointment but if it's half as good as I suspect (and as the reviews say it is) it will at least be a good watch. The wait alone is doing nothing to alleviate the hype.

The Kissing Entry

I can't watch people kiss.  Ever.  In person or on screen. That's a small tidbit about me.  Whenever, on film, the characters are going in for that lip-lock I have to look away.  But often that is not enough because more than seeing the kiss taking place I'm completely compelled to shudder at that canned lip smacking sound effect that usually accompanies the act.  I know it's not logical and I'm sure it goes back to some maladjustment in my formative years but it is what it is.  I am disgusted by couples who insist on publicly forcing their affections on innocent bystanders.  'Making out' outside of any secluded area is absolutely uncalled for and, in my opinion, in poor taste.  If it weren't a means to an end I wouldn't want to do it myself on most occasions.  I'm not a very endearing man.

I say all of this because of the following.  I shared this song last year on Valentines day and now, after a formal album release of Hall Music, Loney Dear has a video for this lovely song.  This is one of at least two videos.  The other that I've seen is completely ineffectual for the tone of the song and I'd dismissed it completely.  This one is very fitting and although it's one that I won't likely watch again (due to the aforementioned offense), it's fitting for the season.

I never want to feel this way about anyone:

I'd never thought I could find a set of collarbones so exquisite.