this means that i could easily spend more time talking about things i don't think are worth any time than things i do, a contradiction that could almost cause me to combust if it really came to fruition and wasn't, as it is, held back by this other problem - that my criticisms, being relative to some ideal or supposed standard as if people had stood up and claimed that this work they'd just made was the greatest thing ever, or this, or that, which is generally not the case at all, end up seeming not worth much anyways.
Half Nelson basically runs through a tree of american indie tropes - school classrooms can be inspiring places as the kids are ultimately motivated but just waiting for the right teacher; black people are still ghetto but have strong families ; white people are still upset that their parents don't understand them; middle-class people can be fucked-up too, the most cool-looking people are the most fucked-up internally; life is a bit shit but human nature is beautiful and actually so is life really; fucked-up people, as well as being the most physically attractive, are also most likely to be associated with intelligent-looking stuff like some kind of fantasy maverick history lecture (for 12yr olds?), or a children's picture book on dialectics...
but it is lovely. nice music, nice colours.
*other reasons are that i'm just a bit shit, at thinking, and writing.
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