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after a day of work, a long meeting, the IMA, and failed attempts to make plans, I was feeling mopey and decided to just go see the director's cut of Donnie Darko.1 I think this episode is probably instructive about my personality. Both in the part where I go to see a moody movie and in the part where I forgot how sad it is. Also in that while watching it, I try to figure out a way for things to turn out o.k. in the end even when I know what's coming next.

Overall, I think that the film benefits from the additions of the director's cut. It's still a mixed-up science fiction movie made inexpensively that succeeds based more on mood and good acting than the special effects (or story2). Even though it's still (intentionally) confusing to the audience, you get the feeling that Donnie has a clue about what's happening.

And it was just cool to see it in theater.3


[1] which was part of the failed coordination attempts. me: wanna see a movie? them: maybe in 1-2 weeks.
[2] entirely different from writing, which is also excellent.
[3] though a fuller theater, with people laughing at the funny parts might have been preferable.

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slow turnout for donnie eh? that kinda sucks, but at the same time i'm planning on going on saturday so i was debating whether or not to pre-order tickets.
yeah. I was actually paranoid that I wouldn't get a ticket, I'm blaming the low attendance on a weeknight late (10 pm) showing. Because if the rest of the world isn't interested in Donnie Darko there's something very wrong.
I finally rented this last night after your post reminded me that it was on my "must see" list. All day I've been afraid to look over my shoulder for fear that I might see a big bunny rabbit.
have you seen him yet? Frank is one scary-looking rabbit.

now you'll need to study the official website and watch the extra scenes on the DVD. that's pretty much what you get if you see the Director's Cut.
I've been afraid to leave my house for fear of running into Frank. Of course, the website just reminded me that he could appear in my house too as I'm brushing my teeth. Fuck. I guess I just never worried that if were to receive messages from god that they'd come from as frightening a messenger as Frank.