WHEN: 9:00PM EST, December 29th, 2012
WHERE: At my apartment in Portland, ME (Alderaan)
FORMAT: Blu-Ray on a Vizio 47″ LCD HDTV
PHYSICAL AND MENTAL STATE: Completely and entirely ready to never watch High Fidelity again in my life.
ONE LAST TIME:
There are no more thoughts to have about this film. I have dredged up all that I can dredge. Every idea that enters my brain is a rehash of some earlier thought. Here’s a little parade of them:
Allison Ashmore, Penny Hardwick, Charlie Nicholson and Sarah Kendrew all get flashbacks, but poor Jackie Alden doesn’t. No matter how many times I watch, she never will.
The wave that crashes behind Sarah Kendrew and Rob as they embrace is just perfect.
Obsession doesn’t make you superior. But try telling that to Rob, Dick, and Barry. Of course, talk to me about the minutia of High Fidelity and I’ll probably start acting superior about it. So where does that leave me?
Dick and Barry really are just the two sides of Rob made manifest in the physical world. There is no denying this.
This film is as good of an adaptation of Nick Hornby’s novel as we’re ever going to get. Directors of the world, please don’t try and prove me wrong. I’d be obligated to go see your film, and I just don’t have the will to go see another High Fidelity.
No matter how many times I see this, Peggy’s rant is still awesome.
After the credits rolled for one last time, I popped up the one special feature I never watched: the theatrical trailer.
Really, after all these viewings, there’s not much to say about it. Too many record scratches. But I suppose if you’re cutting a trailer for a film set in a record shop, this would would be hard to resist. Eh.
There’s also this shot, which didn’t appear in the film, or in any of the deleted scenes.
NOT THAT ANYONE WOULD EVER CARE ABOUT THAT.
AND SO FAREWELL:
That’s all for this year. High Fidelity, I believe when I fall out of love with you, it will be forever…
Now fuck off.