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Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Take the Lead

On Tuesday, April 11, 2006, I went to see Take the Lead, with Antonio Banderas. This movie did not get very good reviews, but Roger Ebert gave it thumbs up. Since my movie tastes are usually pretty similar to his, I decided that I would go, and I found this movie to be very much to my liking.

This movie was inspired by a true story of Pierre Dulaine, who taught a group of students in detention to believe in themselves and make good choices. It is probably the case that the story was embellished a bit for the film, and probably cut short in some places, since the film is only about two hours long. However, Antonio Banderas was awesome in the film, and boy, can he dance!

Some things that bugged me about the film is the rigidity of the bourgeois society. There was one point in the movie, where there were two couples dancing the tango. One of them was the super bitchy lead, who thinks she's the cat's pyjamas in the world of dance (as she said, "I'm a pro."), and the other couple was from the "detention" school. The other couple decided to do a tango of three. And the judges disqualified them, since a tango is between two people, and not between three. Who give these judges rights to disqualify something due to an archaic definition? Why do these judges not have open minds and judge on creativity and artistic merit?

And now, for other things that happened today. Roman and I went for dinner at Resto du village today. And he convinced me to go to the AGM of the Queer Union tomorrow. One of the biggest reasons I don't want to go is because Olivier is going to be there, since he is one of the executive. However, I was told by Roman that Olivier wouldn't be there, so I agreed to go reluctantly.

I'm starting to think that if Roman and Olivier were having greasy spoon breakfast at Resto du village, and if I were to walk in. I would probably lose my appetit. which is rare, since I like food, especially a greasy spoon breakfast. Oh well. I suppose this is step three to getting over my broken heart. It's like 99% better, so now seeing them together and not get upset would be the last 1%.

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