Also: I need a tambourine asap.
Taking Woodstock
If it wasn't official before, it is now: I am deeply in love with Demetri Martin.
Please de-age and be my boyfriend?
Well, it was worth suggesting...
ABOUT THE MOVIE:
I will admit I was a bit hesitant about Demetri (my beloved Demetri) in a lead role. I was nervous I might lose respect for him if his big screen debut was a bust.
It wasn't. I was impressed. And no, I am not just blinded by love, I swear! My friend Dahlya agreed, and her opinion counts, trust me.
Back to the movie: I've seen a few hours of the authentic Woodstock documentary, and Ang Lee did the real thing justice, without being generic and stereotypical.
It seemed natural to me--though truthfully I've always been overly accepting of movies.
There was humor. It wasn't showy, but it was there, and I laughed.
There was depth--something I actually did not expect for some odd reason. Again, Demetri earned more space in my heart.
There were also a lot of nude hippies. This was not at all surprising to me, having witnessed it in the documentary, but if you have a problem with unabashed nudity, you might want to sit this one out!
I love you, Demetri:
De-age.
Construct a time machine.
Bring us to 1969.
Take me to Woodstock in your volkswagon (obviously).
Play your guitar and sing me jokes.
Forever.
The end.
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