Goodbye, USA

I have always been, like many people, caught between two impulses when it comes to change. On the one hand I think life becomes immeasurably richer when you seek out new experiences, and new people to come in time to understand. But I’m also sad when a period, any period, of my life comes to a close. There’s something powerfully upsetting about leaving things behind, especially when you know that there’s little to no chance of recapturing those things in any meaningful way. The things I’m leaving behind when I cross back over the ocean in a few weeks; places, opportunities, and most importantly of all, people, are things I would never wish to give up. The places here will always conjure happy memories when thought of. I’m thankful to have been given the many opportunities I have been. And I have formed friendships with many of the kindest, most wonderful people I’ve ever been fortunate enough to meet. It’s hard at times to consider that I’ll never be a UMD student again, and that whatever happens I won’t be surrounded by all these great friends anymore. I intend to keep in touch with a great number of people, and I’m certain that many of these friendships will endure even over such great distances. Who knows, maybe I will move back to the States one day, but I do have to accept that it will never be quite the same. Coming over her has been a fantastic, somewhat scary, experience, and I left much behind back home in doing so. In time I’ve come to consider this place a kind of home, and now I have to leave it behind I am glad I came, but extremely sad to be going.

Regardless, I’m happy to have come here, and I feel far richer for the experience. This has, thanks to all the people I’ve met, been without question the best year of my life, and I’m sure I’ll always regard this as one of the formative years for my character. I’ve learned a hell of a lot, seen a great deal, and engaged with people that, though  I have already heaped praise upon them, I still have no end of good things to say about. I haven’t necessarily been able to spend as much time as I’d like with everyone, and there’s certainly a fair few people I wish I could have gotten to know better in the short time I had, but I’m confident that I’ve made a good number of lasting friendships. I hope, in time, to come back and see everyone again, and if you’re ever in the London area I’d be more than happy to put you up. I’ve already had a fair share of sad goodbyes, and I’ll go through a few more before I finally leave, but I consider myself more than fortunate to be in the position where I find so much to be sad about now that I’m leaving. It means that I’ve had, and experienced, much worth valuing. I’ve had a rich year, and I hope the effects of my time here, be they intra- or interpersonal, continue to have profound impact on me throughout my life. I’m confident they will. Thanks for the great time you’ve given me America, I hope to see you again sometime soon.

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Things I won’t miss about America

So I’m really going to miss being in America. In fact, I’m so upset I have to leave that I’ve decided to make a list of all the things about America that I’ll be glad to leave behind. It’s not really helping me feel any better about the situation, but I thought it’d be worth a shot. So, without further ado here’s a short list of some of the things I certainly won’t be missing:

being asked over and over again to say specific words, and then waiting as people laugh about the fact that I just said them in a British accent (this is actually something I don’t mind at first. At the beginning of my time here it was actually a bit of a novelty, though it got old fast. Most people do this to some extent so I’ve had to get used to it, but luckily most of them get over it after a while, and the problem only emerges on occasion later on. If you do it over five times in a row upon meeting me for the first time consider there a strike against your name in the first-impressions ledger)


 the fact that a loaf of bread costs upwards of four dollars in any shop that isn’t a supermarket


on a related note…

the fact that I can’t buy anything other than bread, milk, or canned food unless I go to one of the supermarkets 


on a related note…

the fact that if I want to find a supermarket I may as well be walking around the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone


– frat bros 


– American cheese (especially Kraft cheese)


– Hershey’s Chocolate (I kind of feel bad about ruining American chocolate for some people over here. After trying some Hershey’s, saying it was awful, and then being told by one or two people that I’m wrong, I was determined to find some imported British, Belgian, and Swiss chocolate to show them how terrible (most) American chocolate is by comparison. One or two people I gave it to said later that they can’t eat Hershey’s anymore, and because there’s generally not much else available they’ve sort of gone off chocolate altogether. Ultimately, I’m not entirely sure if Hershey’s chocolate is better than no chocolate whatsoever)


– Region Locking


Duke University (fuck them)


– the drinking age (I also miss being able to go for a drink in the pub with some friends, as well as British/European beers)


– being asked over and over again to say something in an American accent, and then waiting as people laugh about the fact that I just said it in a pale mockery of an American accent (again, very common at first, but mostly fades after a short time. Occasionally flares up again with all the warm reception I’d give to a case of shingles)


those (obviously and thankfully rare) people that think Europe is a country/think Europe is some kind of phantom place that people sometimes talk about, but that doesn’t actually exist/think Europe is a godless hotbed of communism/can’t point to Europe on a map


Gamestop (I swear to GOD)


that guy who responded to my expression of the desire to see ‘The King’s Speech’ with ‘Wow, you must be really cultured’ (he knows who he is)

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Films of 2010 – Part 3

Enter the Void

Probably the most interesting film of the year, in the sense that it does a hell of a lot of things that I’ve never seen in any other movie. The basic premise is that it follows the death and following spiritual wanderings of  a small-time American drug-dealer living in Tokyo, Japan. This young man, Oscar, while under the influence of potent hallucinogens, gets trapped by the Tokyo police, and ultimately shot through the chest during a drug raid (Japan is particularly strong in its treatment of drug-users, dealers, and traffickers, even small-time dealers like Oscar). As he dies his spirit leaves his body and drifts through the streets and buildings of a neon Tokyo, as well as making stop-over journeys in his past, and in places that defy easy explanation. Reference is made to the Tibetan book of the dead, and the soul’s journey after death, but it’s left ambiguous over whether Oscar’s soul is actually leaving his body, or whether it’s just a hallucination caused by hallucinogens and sheer panic over dying. It’s fascinating throughout, in a way that I really want to see more in film; it does thing I couldn’t imagine other films even skirting around. Hell, even the opening credits are a strange assault on the senses. However, there’s a good reason why this isn’t my favourite film of the year (Four Lions still holds that title); it’s just way too long, and meandering. It’s two hours and forty minutes long, and it could have lost thirty to forty minutes on the cutting room floor without suffering. However, as an emotional and sensory experience it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Most people will probably hate this film. And that’s not some veiled attempt to criticise; I fully understand why someone would detest this movie. It has a hell of a lot wrong with it, but it’s also got a hell of a lot in its favour, and I really, genuinely felt a lot of affection for it, even if it does fall down somewhat at times.

Never Let Me Go

An adaptation of Kazuo Ishiguro’s novel of the same name. It’s a subtle and composed look at an alternate England where some people’s entire purpose in life is to donate their organs so that other, regular people, can live. We follow the lives of three of these people; Kathy, Tommy, and Ruth, as they grow up in a controlled boarding-school environment, and go out into the world, eventually to have their bodies slowly broken down to complete their one purpose; their one use. It’s a controlled, and remarkably removed look at a frightful scenario, where certain people are merely organs for harvesting. They’re not treated like people, but it’s not an exaggerated film where they’re treated like animals. It’s ambiguous; no one really knows exactly how to act, or how to treat them. And the fantastic thing is how reserved it is; like the source-novel, it’s not exaggerated, and it doesn’t become some race to escape their terrible fate. Everyone just accepts what’s going to happen. The tension and sadness is palpable, and painful even.

The Disappearance of Alice Creed

Two men decide to kidnap an adult daughter of a hugely wealthy man for the ransom money. The first few minutes of the film are filled with a sense of unpleasantness and dread, even though very little is actually happening. Soon enough they kidnap her, and everything follows on from there. It’s a highly unpleasant film, and suspenseful in a very real way. Also, it shows Gemma Arterton as a genuine acting talent; she’s fantastic throughout, as are the other cast members in a tiny film with a tiny cast. It’s set almost exclusively in one small flat in an undisclosed location, and we see how these two men treat Alice Creed as they wait for the ransom money to be sorted. They struggle over how to treat her; you can tell that neither is really entirely comfortable with what they’re doing, and cracks certainly begin to show. She is treated unpleasantly, of course, and there are some genuinely horrible scenes. It’s extremely impressive how it manages to give us a scene where Arterton, a hugely attractive woman in my books, becomes naked and it’s not at all leering, nor does it summon a single shred of sexual feeling in the audience. This is a deeply unpleasant, but highly watchable movie. It’s compelling throughout, and certainly worth seeking out.

The Social Network

Well this is just effortlessly clever, witty and compelling. Jesse Eisenberg is phenomenal throughout, and, well, it’s one of those films where I don’t even feel like there’s much to say about it. It’s just wonderful. It’s one of those films I just get the desire to watch from time to time for no reason whatsoever. That’s it, really. Go watch it if you haven’t. And if you have consider watching it again sometime soon.

Monsters

A monster movie in which the monsters very much play a supporting role. Hell, it’s called Monsters, yet it’s not really about the Monsters. And luckily it’s not one of those films where it thinks it’s being very clever by heavily insinuating that we, the humans, are the monsters. It’s a road movie, and a very emotionally quiet love story. A NASA probe brings back alien spores into the area surrounding the Mexico-USA border, and huge alien creatures begin to colonise the whole damn place. It’s cordoned and walled off, and called ‘The Infected Zone’. But life goes on, and people adapt. Years after this a photo-journalist who covers the zone is forced to accompany his employer’s daughter to Mexico’s Atlantic coast so that she can get the last ship before the creatures’ breeding season to the U.S. They miss the boat, and he’s forced to find a way through the infected zone to the border. We follow their travels, and very occasionally get to see the aforementioned monsters. As I said before, it’s kind of a love story. It all hinges on the relationship of the two principal characters, and the ending is one of those underplayed moments where nothing is said and nothing needs to be said. Also, considering it was made for less than $500,000, and all the (hugely impressive, and again underplayed) special effects were done by the writer-director on his laptop, this movie is not only an achievement; it’s an illustration of how the lowering barriers of entry for movie-making are bringing imaginative new talents into the industry and the medium as a whole.

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