Frankenthesis

[jethrien]

I've created a monster.

I'm up to 30 pages. I still haven't finished explaining the mechanism, I haven't said a word about what I actually did, I don't have any of my graphs, there's no conclusion, and I still haven't done the bibliography or the appendices, which my advisor insisted must include a photo of every single part of the clock. I'm only doing a one-semester project here - it's not even really a thesis - and it's already looking like it's going to be at least 50 pages at this rate. Holy mackeral. It just doesn't end.

And of course everything takes you longer than you expect it to.

And to top it all of, I have running through my head a half remembered song by Bjork from Dancer in the Dark, which I had to watch for class, and have decided is the single most depressing movie I've seen in two or three years, at least. And I really, really don't like Bjork. I think it's that awful song she sang at the Oscars while wearing the infamous swan dress.

Comments

[jethrien.livejournal.com]

Oh, I will freely admit that it's brilliant. From a totally intellectual standpoint, I will agree that the film is extremely thoughtful and well made. From an emotional and aesthetic standpoint, I hated it. I think my comment in precept summed it up - "This film is, to a large extent, about escapism. And it made me spend the entire time wanting to escape it."

[ivy03.livejournal.com]

After my first viewing my comment was, "I should have taken Selma's advice and left before the last song." What's surprising to me about it is that when you watch it it feels so real, like this could really happen to someone as disenfranchised as Selma. Then you step back and realize - wait - that was the most contrived plot I've ever seen! Bjork accused the director (forgetting his name) of making "emotional pornography." I totally agree. It wasn't even cathartic.

I saw this right before Wildcat officer elections my senior year, which just made that whole session surreal.

[jethrien.livejournal.com]

Definitely right on the cathartic thing. Usually horrifically tragic movies at least leave you with some kind of lesson or cautionary message or uplifting inspirational something. I was left sitting in a chair in Frist wincing away from the screen with my hands at my mouth and other people looking at me funny. And the screen goes black. That's it?