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osprey_archerThe potholes in Indiana have been horrendous this year, and yesterday I took one at just the wrong angle and my front driver-side tire went impressively flat, and so I spent today in getting that fixed, and also puttering around the house making sad sounds, because my back is very sore, although God knows how that happened because I don’t think one gets whiplash from a flat tire. Maybe stress.
So I called in sick at work (the joy of having a job where it is possible to call in sick) and after the morning at the tire place I spent the rest of the day on the couch cuddling with a heating pad, and finishing up various things that I’ve been reading (it’s going to be a long Wednesday Reading Meme this week…) and watching The Great British Bake-Off and also Mustang, which is Turkey’s answer to The Virgin Suicides.
Full disclosure, I haven’t actually seen The Virgin Suicides (note to self: see Virgin Suicides), but I did read the book and it does have a similar “five sisters become progressively more isolated from the world by their conservative family” thing going on - although Virgin Suicides (again, the book; not sure about the movie) is from the viewpoint of the neighborhood boys, while Mustang is from the viewpoint of the girls.
I read the book a long time ago so possibly I shouldn’t try to compare the two. But all the same I think it is fair to say that Mustang is, on the whole, far more interested in the girls as people - whereas in Virgin Suicides they’re unattainable objects of desire, and their suicides are both tragic and compelling because they make that unattainability absolute.
Mustang has way fewer suicides, too.
It’s a good movie - I find myself curiously short of things to actually say about it - which is possibly the price for watching movies while mentally at half-steam. It’s one of those movies with lots of shots that involve sunlight streaming through windows, sort of like Bright Star, if Bright Star were not quite so searingly beautiful - which is aesthetic that never gets old for me.
So I called in sick at work (the joy of having a job where it is possible to call in sick) and after the morning at the tire place I spent the rest of the day on the couch cuddling with a heating pad, and finishing up various things that I’ve been reading (it’s going to be a long Wednesday Reading Meme this week…) and watching The Great British Bake-Off and also Mustang, which is Turkey’s answer to The Virgin Suicides.
Full disclosure, I haven’t actually seen The Virgin Suicides (note to self: see Virgin Suicides), but I did read the book and it does have a similar “five sisters become progressively more isolated from the world by their conservative family” thing going on - although Virgin Suicides (again, the book; not sure about the movie) is from the viewpoint of the neighborhood boys, while Mustang is from the viewpoint of the girls.
I read the book a long time ago so possibly I shouldn’t try to compare the two. But all the same I think it is fair to say that Mustang is, on the whole, far more interested in the girls as people - whereas in Virgin Suicides they’re unattainable objects of desire, and their suicides are both tragic and compelling because they make that unattainability absolute.
Mustang has way fewer suicides, too.
It’s a good movie - I find myself curiously short of things to actually say about it - which is possibly the price for watching movies while mentally at half-steam. It’s one of those movies with lots of shots that involve sunlight streaming through windows, sort of like Bright Star, if Bright Star were not quite so searingly beautiful - which is aesthetic that never gets old for me.
