Or Bon Voyage I suppose. Like all things that begin, Gilmore Girls came to an end tonight. While, I must admit I only started to watch the show between the sixth and seventh seasons (though did a pretty good job of catching up), it's sad to see it go. The characters, setting, tone, writing - all of it were sweet and genuine and maintained a general sense of goodness. It wasn't cynical or disparaging, but positive and though a little sad from time to time, always uplifting and empowering.
The show was unique, and though the last two or two and half seasons seemed to signal a decline in quality, from A+ material to A or A- material, it was always unmistakeably itself. I say this, because as television audience members we always want things how we want them, and while we might not have loved every direction the show turned in, we must, on level admit that our lives don't always turn out that way and sometimes we make choices that we have to live with for a long time before we can make our way clear of them. We all have our ups and downs, but without the downs we wouldn't appreciate the ups.
I wish Amy Sherman-Palladino, the show's creator and principle writer had seen the show out, and as it was on it's last season, it's only too bad it couldn't have ended favorably after the sixth (her last) season. It's also a shame that she couldn't come back for the final episode and that the CW was reluctant to help her and her husband with what they needed. She knew all along how she wanted the show to end, and while we'll be left wondering if that's true, I can almost feel certain that it didn't end the way she had planned originally - which, I think, is sadder than the show coming to an end.
Still, there's something about the created image that is moving. When you've spent some time with these characters and faces, and settings, it doesn't take much for them to move you. You know the backstory and the history, the characters. One shot or one line of dialog can affect you. It's a testament to the show that the fans feel some ownership over it, and while for us, we'll never know the ins and outs of production, the long hours, and how people's relationships really were, we'll always have the episodes, on dvd or tv reruns, and it will remain an endearing moment in our lives and will always occupy a place in our hearts.
-cjfer-
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
the future of the blog
is uncertain. Or rather, the future of this blog is uncertain. I may start one occasionally when I go to film school, as a way for people to keep up with me. I may also join the facebook if people think it will help. I think if I haven't proven my point by now, and the people havent' heard me, there's nothing better to be co-opted by the man. It's just that, you know, I want people to have me in their minds, 'cause when it's time to buy movie theatre tickets, they'll choose my movies over those of my peers, and foreigners. Hmm...
I've enjoyed the blog, no doubt - it's just that i started it as something to do during my job when I wasn't do anything. That job has since been discontinued. I'm now working a new job 12-4 - great hours for a summer job, not so great hours for a job I'm needing to make money from. It also entails work. 4 hours of work is more than I did in 1 week working 9-5 at my last job, boo! So, I don't know where this blog is headed. Or really what the point of doing it is. It hasn't taken off the way I had hoped, what with the advertising dollars and whatnot.
I should say - a funny thing happened at work today when I called someone to ask her what her address was and she told me 1600 beech street. I said, is that two ees or is it e-a. She said "Street?" It's two ees - s-t-e-e-t. To which I had to say "I know how to spell street. I meant beech, it could have an a - like that thing with sand and the ocean attached to it"
In a funny twist of irony - as I depart for film school in either Florida or California, caitlin takes this opportunity to move to boston. Good timing. Could have used you earlier kid.
Dreams over drinks is finished and should be on the internet in the relatively near soon. I just think i'd rather have people see it in the theatres before they catch it on home video.
So, apparently none of my friends have got stinking rich in the nearly 1 year we've been out of college. I guess I'll have to take it upon myself, to get stinking rich one day. To have a boat load of money and be able to justify it, that's my dream. And then all my friends can constantly hang out. Only that kind of doesn't work when you reach 30. Or your late 20s - or so it seems. It works when you're 17 or 19, or younger and I'll even give you until 25. It just seems like before 25 no one gets too worried about you not having your life figured out. After 25, you can't hang out at your friend's billionaire mansion with water tunnels, because it's lame - though, still nice work if you can get it. Hef. Hef can get it, and he does. That man gets it.
I guess a perfect world would be one in which you and all of your closest friends could hang out forever, without getting tired of each other or on each others nerves. It's funny because that's only the spoken dream. I say that, because it never happens. Everyone is drawn their separate ways by their life decisions - the way it should be. But there's the pang of communicating with these people and seeing them occasionally. The joy of getting older is that when you're 5 times goes by slow because every year is 1/5 of your life. Now every year is 1/23'rd of my life - so things go by faster. Hopefully we'll still remember each other when a year is nothing more than a hairsbreadth of time.
Which reminds me that my brother mike got married. It was a lovely ceremony and I'm happy for them. The little bit of drink took the edge of my best man speech - which I didn't read off a script. I spoke from the heart, and didn't' mess up. Actually I did write something down, but I forgot it. Hey, improv. What can you do. The inversely true, but you know it's true - it's easier to get up in front of 100 people than it is to get up in front of 10.
Matt's going to have children, all at once. Triplets. That's weirder than mike getting married - sorry mike. People get married all the time. At the turn of the new year, I thought to myself that 2007 was going to be a good year. I hope I'm not jinxing it - but it is a good year. For me anyway, that's who I meant it would be for, 'cause let's be honest, you gotta look out for number 1, which in my case is me - and in your case should also be me. Mike got married, matt's having healthy (fingers will remain crossed for the next 100 years on that one - sorry kids, come 2107, you're on your own) and I got into film school. I'm going to be a film maker, or make my life in film. Or something. Either way I got what I wanted. I've known for a long time what I've wanted, what the game plan was - now it's just a matter of executing, and trying not to forget the joy and blessings along the way. What did john lennon say? Life is what happens when you're making other plans? I've made up my mind.
I will take my time.
-cjfer-
I've enjoyed the blog, no doubt - it's just that i started it as something to do during my job when I wasn't do anything. That job has since been discontinued. I'm now working a new job 12-4 - great hours for a summer job, not so great hours for a job I'm needing to make money from. It also entails work. 4 hours of work is more than I did in 1 week working 9-5 at my last job, boo! So, I don't know where this blog is headed. Or really what the point of doing it is. It hasn't taken off the way I had hoped, what with the advertising dollars and whatnot.
I should say - a funny thing happened at work today when I called someone to ask her what her address was and she told me 1600 beech street. I said, is that two ees or is it e-a. She said "Street?" It's two ees - s-t-e-e-t. To which I had to say "I know how to spell street. I meant beech, it could have an a - like that thing with sand and the ocean attached to it"
In a funny twist of irony - as I depart for film school in either Florida or California, caitlin takes this opportunity to move to boston. Good timing. Could have used you earlier kid.
Dreams over drinks is finished and should be on the internet in the relatively near soon. I just think i'd rather have people see it in the theatres before they catch it on home video.
So, apparently none of my friends have got stinking rich in the nearly 1 year we've been out of college. I guess I'll have to take it upon myself, to get stinking rich one day. To have a boat load of money and be able to justify it, that's my dream. And then all my friends can constantly hang out. Only that kind of doesn't work when you reach 30. Or your late 20s - or so it seems. It works when you're 17 or 19, or younger and I'll even give you until 25. It just seems like before 25 no one gets too worried about you not having your life figured out. After 25, you can't hang out at your friend's billionaire mansion with water tunnels, because it's lame - though, still nice work if you can get it. Hef. Hef can get it, and he does. That man gets it.
I guess a perfect world would be one in which you and all of your closest friends could hang out forever, without getting tired of each other or on each others nerves. It's funny because that's only the spoken dream. I say that, because it never happens. Everyone is drawn their separate ways by their life decisions - the way it should be. But there's the pang of communicating with these people and seeing them occasionally. The joy of getting older is that when you're 5 times goes by slow because every year is 1/5 of your life. Now every year is 1/23'rd of my life - so things go by faster. Hopefully we'll still remember each other when a year is nothing more than a hairsbreadth of time.
Which reminds me that my brother mike got married. It was a lovely ceremony and I'm happy for them. The little bit of drink took the edge of my best man speech - which I didn't read off a script. I spoke from the heart, and didn't' mess up. Actually I did write something down, but I forgot it. Hey, improv. What can you do. The inversely true, but you know it's true - it's easier to get up in front of 100 people than it is to get up in front of 10.
Matt's going to have children, all at once. Triplets. That's weirder than mike getting married - sorry mike. People get married all the time. At the turn of the new year, I thought to myself that 2007 was going to be a good year. I hope I'm not jinxing it - but it is a good year. For me anyway, that's who I meant it would be for, 'cause let's be honest, you gotta look out for number 1, which in my case is me - and in your case should also be me. Mike got married, matt's having healthy (fingers will remain crossed for the next 100 years on that one - sorry kids, come 2107, you're on your own) and I got into film school. I'm going to be a film maker, or make my life in film. Or something. Either way I got what I wanted. I've known for a long time what I've wanted, what the game plan was - now it's just a matter of executing, and trying not to forget the joy and blessings along the way. What did john lennon say? Life is what happens when you're making other plans? I've made up my mind.
I will take my time.
-cjfer-
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