Falafel for Brains
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
It’s been a while since I saw The Kite Runner, but thanks to Pubey Boy, who had just seen the film a few hours ago and got so perturbed that griping over Hassan’s fate to me over text and YM was the only conceivable way to go, I started tearing up over that servile, sexually-violated little Afghan boy all over again. Some critics feel that the film had taken too cloying an approach to telling the tale, but I think that everyone needs that simplistic, fail-safe reason to feel like pure doody every now and then.
Pubey Boy: we should have a celebrate hassan day
Pubey Boy:for all the good in the world
Pubey Boy: he makes me wanna be a better person
Milkmaid: yes. we'll wear visors with his face on it and feast on pulpy fruit
Milkmaid: he makes me feel like shit
Milkmaid: when they showed the pic of him as a dad, that's when i REALLY started bawling
Pubey Boy: you're right!
Pubey Boy: i know
Pubey Boy: 'cause it really looked like him!
Pubey Boy: wait i need to be consoled!
Pubey Boy: i want hassan to be alright!!!
Pubey Boy: hahaha
Milkmaid: he is! he is! his son will warm up to his new american family! they will persevere! his new dad will run for his kite forever and ever and ever!!!!
Pubey Boy: i love that line: "a thousand times...blahblah"
Pubey Boy: ano uli yun?
Pubey Boy: SHET
Pubey Boy: it's like a metaphor for jesus
Pubey Boy: or goodness
Milkmaid: for you, a thousand times!
Pubey Boy: or God
Milkmaid: WAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Milkmaid: stop it!!!!!!!!!1
Pubey Boy: are you crying?
Milkmaid: tearing up
Pubey Boy: marge its okay
Pubey Boy: hassan is in a better place now
Milkmaid: *twitches*
Pubey Boy: btw is this a true story
Milkmaid: based on a, anyway.
Milkmaid: *twitches harder*
Pubey Boy: OMIGOD
Pubey Boy: AAAAAHHHHHHH
Pubey Boy: *convulses*
Milkmaid: *enters a nunnery*
Milkmaid: *leaves nunnery after five minutes, realizing that that was too drastic*
Pubey Boy: *meets marge at nunnery entrance and takes her to a branch where there's farsi written on it*
Pubey Boy: *they cry some more*
Pubey Boy: *bawl, actually*
Pubey Boy: *but what difference does it make? Hassan is still dead*
Milkmaid: *they eat moussaka mixed with tears*
Pubey Boy: yeah
Milkmaid: uh.
You know it’s hit him when Pubey Boy can actually manage to type “it’s like a metaphor for Jesus” down and go from there.
We also saw Dan in Real Life together last week, and we pretty much left the cinema near-weepy and utterly bowled over. We couldn't really manage to say anything else after that, being the impressionable, feeling-forlorn fucks that we are, so we went our separate ways. Dazedly. The two of us should really stop getting so affected.
posted by marguerite @ 6:30 PM
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