Obnoxious

I don't have a problem with happy couples displaying their affection in public. Okay, I do. It's really obnoxious. But if you're in love, you don't give a shit about what other people think. It's natural and I can understand that. But today, I saw the most repulsive example of PDA I've ever seen.

First off, I went to see World Trade Center with my cousin Vincent. 9/11 is an emotional subject for many people still. College fucked with my memory and I don't remember things I did last week, let alone five years ago, but I still remember mostly everything about that day. Waking up and seeing my roommates huddled around the TV, looking at the strange site of just one Tower standing, then collapsing five minutes later. Calling my family to see if they were okay. Waiting in line to donate blood. Then getting tired of waiting and instead going back to check what was on the news. Then finding out the Pentagon got bombed. It was a surreal day. Some things you just don't forget.

I kind of agree with the people who think it's a little soon for movies about 9/11, but I was still curious about how they'd handle it, especially a controversial director like Oliver Stone. I thought United 93 was done really well as a blow by blow account of how the government and passengers on the flight reacted to the whole chaotic situation. That was handled in the best way possible, and that's important with a subject matter like this. I remember talking back then about how when they eventually make a movie about the World Trade Center, they better not make it a cheesy love story like Titanic (which, by the way, is the best example of a movie that's both extremely overrated and extremely underrated at the same time. I'll come back to that another time).

Turns out, Stone did make the World Trade Center movie a love story, but it was about the two survivors who were trapped and pulled out of the wreck and how their families coped with the uncertainty of whether their loved one was alive or dead. It wasn't a perfect movie and some scenes were full of cheese (I won't spoil anything, but the part with Jesus and the water bottle made me legitimately LOL and subsequently feel bad about laughing out loud), but I thought it was good. There were scenes that were spine-chilling (the first half hour or so was amazingly well done) and scenes that were inspirational too.

Too bad the couple in front of me ruined it by making out through the entire movie.

I know now how Newman felt watching Jerry and his girlfriend make out during Schindler's List. I don't understand the motivation behind that. These people don't have bedrooms? They can't go to the park and hide behind some bushes? Who goes into a movie about one of most horrific days in American history and decide to suck face for two hours? Did John Tucker Must Die get sold out? I don't get it.

Guy: Baby, I want you so bad. Let's go to my room.
Girl: I have a better idea, honey. Let's go see that movie about the Twin Towers collapsing.

That's just amazing to me. Now I don't wish AIDS upon anyone, but fuck it. I hope those two get AIDS. And not by having sex, by having heroin addicts stab them with their dirty syringes.