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My Life At The Movies: Kaboom (TIFF Special)

When I’m not being diligent with my day job, I’m here in the Blogosphere panhandling for “Likes”. During those rare moments when I’m free from work it’s back to business with the B.D.B.C. This bookish boys club is a venture that few friends and I started awhile back and successes aside, it continues to be a very enjoyable outlet in my life. Once a month six of us meet together to discuss our current literary focus. Following most of these meetings we spend the duration of the night talking nonsense and laughing over the same.

On one of these memorable evenings I came up with the idea to dress up an absent member in a diaper. Not for a day, not for a week, but for a period of time long enough to justify the attention of MTV. This would thus lead to a successful diaper wearing reality series (owned by me, of course).  Thereafter, the embarrassment would force my friend into a destructive heroin induced bender with the hopes of producing his diaper draped corpse. A tragic end, true, but remember there is always a light at the end of the tunnel (i.e. my tear jerking edition of “E True Hollywood Stories”). Hey, don’t judge me! You come up with a better way to get an E True Hollywood Story and then we’ll talk.

The reason I am sharing this story in this weeks “MLatM” is because it was the first of many that came to mind while watching “Kaboom.” One of four films I was blessed to see during this years TIFF, Kaboom was definitely the most likely to win its director a night in an asylum.

This story about a bisexual boy born into religious superstardom is not something I can relate to. I don’t get to enjoy the simple pleasures in life, namely binge sessions with gay porn, animal-masked men, witchcraft… all things that God has just cursed me with an inability to enjoy! Nevertheless, even though I can’t share a heart to heart with the protagonist, or parallel my life experiences with the movies plot line, I did find a kinship with the movies director.

Gregg Araki is a genius story teller and watching Kaboom alongside him I got to experience this truth first hand. Never in my life had I seen a movie about the fate of the world handled in such a unique way. Never in my life had I gotten a glimpse into a mind as mangled as mine. Mr. Araki, thank you for gracing us with a film format offensive to most and impressionable on all. I now can say with confidence that my dream to be on E True Hollywood Stories is not crazy, it’s simply creative. Singing off with the traditional signal, this is My Life at the Movies.


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