fish story

The story of my solitude
If my solitude were a fish
It'd be so enormous, so militant
A whale would get out of there

I know it would
I'm sure it would

The story of my solitude
If my solitude were a fish
It'd be so enormous, so militant
A whale would get out of there

Don't assume that I'm dead
Don't assume that I'm dead

Music stacked up like wooden blocks
Is the only salvation

The story of my failure
If my failure were a fish
It'd be so tragically comic
I'd have no place in the sea to be

Don't you know you're a liar!
Don't you know you're a deceiver!

Music stacked up like wooden blocks
Is the champion of justice!

Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh.

If my justice really were a fish
It'd be so greedy and arrogant
I'd pump the magma
Out of the ocean bed!

the film shown at cronin's film club last night was 'fish story', a japanese comedy about a comet due to hit the earth in a matter of hours and how a song from 1975 called 'fish story' would save the world in 2012. each part of the film is captivating, despite the fact that you don't really know what is going on in the film as a whole. every new story reveals a piece to the puzzle and when they all come together at the end you'll feel completely satisfied. then you'll want to watch it again...

during intermission, mom and i discussed what we had seen so far and were not sure if we were enjoying the film or not. our host, joleen, promised that the conclusion would answer all of our questions and ease the confusion she could easily read on our faces. she was right. what appeared to be a series of unconnected events somehow gelled and the ending neatly tied everything together. we left the pub asking each other questions like 'now the little boy in the restaurant, he turned out to be...right?' our analyzation continued as we drove home and it was decided that we would need to watch it at least one more time. maybe two.