I got my baby back, battery problems and all. Now, to start the monumental task of trying to sort through my files and clean off my computer onto the hard drive.
...if it stays on more than 15 minutes, at least.

 

I also finished my last movie…and I have no idea what to say. <lj-cut>

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer. I heard it was a love/hate movie. The basic story is that, in 18^th or so century France, this guy, Jean-Baptiste, is born with an incredibly heightened sense of smell, and goes on to become obsessed with capturing the scent of a beautiful woman.

The first part of the movie (and this monster is 2 ½ hours long O_O ) is like an extreme fetish flick. Jean-Baptiste is a sociopath. He lacks basic human emotions and connections, as well as social graces. He just wants to smell everything. And…despite the fact that he seems to not even know what sex is, he comes off very sexually, since he gets up in people’s faces and…sniffs them. He encounters this beautiful girl, and she freaks out, so he tries to shut her up and ends up killing her, which destroys the scent he was obsessing over. Thus starts his quest.

He spends the next part of the movie working for a perfumer, only to find that conventional methods can’t help him. Then he goes to this famous city that grows flowers and does all these different perfuming techniques, where he ultimately starts his murder spree. Here he meets the ultimate prize — the beautiful daughter of one of the rich families…and…you know this can’t be good: her father is Alan Rickman.

 

Up to this point, I’m okay. I mean, the narrator is a bit obnoxious. You can tell this was based off a book, because no one really talks. They look dramatic and the narrator reads prose at you about their emotions. The lead guy is terribly creepy in his beast-like behavior. People are getting murdered. Okay, okay.

 

Then you hit the ending, which is quite bizarre. They catch him, right? And he’s about to be brutally killed. But then we find that he managed to finish his perfect perfume — the scent of 13 beautiful women, their essence, their souls. And he disperses it onto the crowd…

…which apparently makes them go temporarily insane with love, or lust, or…something.

They let him go, but he has the ultimate realization that, even though he now possesses these women that he loved, or lusted over, or whatever, they are dead. He destroyed them in order to keep them, and now that he has them…what’s the point?

So, in an interesting nod to Greek mythology, he pours the perfume onto his body, and is torn to shreds like Dionysus and his mad followers.

 

It was like…there were moments that really, really creeped me out, or made me happy, or were really hot, but…it was just so damn weird.</lj-cut>