the angry dome

I think a trip to Borders is in order this weekend. I have a 30% off coupon good through Sunday, and I’m 2/3 of the way through my last book in my present to-be-read pile (The Picture of Dorian Gray). I’m in the mood for a graphic novel, although I kind of hate going into that section. There’s always a couple of 30-year-old virgins with no concept of “inside voice” hanging out and arguing over who would win in a fight between Astroboy and Ultraman.

I still haven’t read Black Hole, although maybe I’ll just get something by Daniel Clowes. His Ghost World was the first graphic novel I ever read. (And look at this: there’s a special edition coming out at the end of the summer.)

Actually, I only even read it because of the movie, which I loved. (It was also the first DVD I ever bought!)

Aww, it’s kind of bittersweet now when Brad Renfro laughs, since he died recently.

I never really cared for ScarJo, I find her to be pretty wooden. I don’t get why some people rant and rave over her. She’s certainly beautiful; but it’s not like Hollywood is in any danger of running out of blonde, full-lipped, big-boobed starlets. And some of them can actually emote better than a plank of wood.

Her woodenness actually kind of worked in this role, though. Anyway, I didn’t care about her, I wanted to see it for Thora Birch. I’ve always related to a lot of the characters she played in the late ’90s/early ’00s, and Enid Coleslaw was certainly no exception.

I always like the end of the movie/novel, how it’s open to interpretation. Some people interpret it to mean that Enid committed suicide, an interesting take. This actually seems to be supported with a couple of throwaway panels in the novel: Enid’s hearse with a “For Sale” sign in the window, and Enid’s father and Carol staring down at a tombstone. However, Enid and Becky are shown in the same cemetery earlier in the novel, so who knows.