Red Wheelbarrow 2008 text FINAL REVISED.indd - De Anza College
Red Wheelbarrow 2008 text FINAL REVISED.indd - De Anza College
Red Wheelbarrow 2008 text FINAL REVISED.indd - De Anza College
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our seats. Across the room, some grad students had the wrong color<br />
bracelets and were compelled to see the second showing for dislike<br />
of confrontation.<br />
My feet stuck to the saccharine upholstery and I adjusted for<br />
discomfort. Kate joined into the rhythm and I tried my best to recall<br />
the con<strong>text</strong>. Judging by her giggling, it must have been something<br />
to do with a jingle she liked, but knowing her it was likely to be<br />
the theme to a cartoon she liked. I looked it up, and apparently I<br />
had tapped out the theme to “Thundercats.”<br />
Thunder, thunder, Thundercats, ho!<br />
Thundercats are on the move.<br />
Thundercats are loose.<br />
Feel the magic, feel the roar,<br />
Thundercats are loose.<br />
I found out weeks later via e-mail that Kate had always<br />
hated me. She said that I was an uncaring, apathetic, indifferent,<br />
insignificant, callow, cowardly, shallow, and ultimately totalitarian<br />
kind of guy. She would say that, too. I mean, seriously, she likes<br />
Silverchair (I fucking hate Silverchair). Consequently, Jess also has<br />
to pretend to like Silverchair.<br />
The movie itself was a disappointment. The premise was<br />
lost at the get-go. Originally, the screenplay had been based on a<br />
short story that a depressed student had written while in community<br />
college decades earlier. Unfortunately for her, she committed suicide<br />
decades before the story had gotten any recognition from the literary<br />
establishment. She had written a story about a movie reviewer for<br />
the sequel to a fictional movie. When I say fictional, I mean that the<br />
movie didn’t exist except in the fictional world. The movie reviewer<br />
gets trapped on the subway on account of a blackout and must then<br />
miss the premier. She, the reviewer, then makes up a review for the<br />
movie that wins the Pulitzer.<br />
The screenplay had been all around Hollywood throughout<br />
the days of the Clinton administration, when everybody tried to<br />
copy the seventies and thought nobody would notice if they just<br />
wrapped the quirky best friend in flannel. The references she made to<br />
Libertarianism, however, proved too distasteful to studios. By the late<br />
nineties, fellatio jokes were back in style and the short story, which<br />
(I should have mentioned this earlier) was called “The Panel,” but<br />
Phil Hartman then died and the studio shut down pre-production.<br />
Mentions of terrorism in the Boston underground (or whatever they<br />
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