The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada
i can hardly remember the last time i watched a movie and cried
after the movie, i felt quite touching
there is an old man with the radio during Pete Perkin's journey to bury his friend
"Kill me," cried he
and thus my tears dropped
it took one a long, everlasting while to find out the sense of belonging
the old man did and i looked up to that
***
again, the scene that Pete proposed to Rachel, his underground lover, transported me
it was not right
Rachel was unfaithful to her husband,
but i don't see any trace of love between them anymore basically
my point is that, as a playboy,
except that he was responsible for his ranch and friend,
Pete wasted time away on many women
and one day he just realized that the "One" has appeared
maybe he was drunk
still, betrayal served as a model and permeated the plot
once a good thing happened
all the bad things seemed so far-away, sarcastic
and this contrast mesmerized me deeply
almost i cried
L.O.V.E would remain most disputable gambit
lamb3, a friend of mine asked me the other days
"who on earth do you like?"
"why bother to ask?" i thought
one will know it if one is the very whom i truly like
go hitting some books, lamb3
***
not being the leading role, patrolman Mike brought me some fantasy
Hamartia, the character of a hero in a Homeric epic
which defines that s/he is clever, smart
but falls to depravity due to arrogance
Mike was quite a fit one
he didn't have to hit the Mexican woman
he didn't have to shoot back
he didn't have to underestimate his wife
the aftermath was "ouch"
***
"You got a grave to dig," said Pete
this must be one of the classical of the movie
the plot was seemingly funny
quite the contrary
after all these toiling days Pete made believe
all what he had achieved was worthy of being praised
he was helping his good friend, Mel
so in vain, helpless
reminisced to the plot of "The Trail"
at the end of the movie
there lay the relics of a ship right in the desert beside the ocean
it was not until i read the review afterwards that i figured this out
shipwreck, invaders, diamonds
they came all the way to look for diamonds
and they passed away in due course
so in vain, helpless
oh my god, this freaks me out..
realize that one would be inundated by the passage of time, silence
when i was a child
i used to wail because that night i'd been told by my cousin that we all would die
why am i being here then
better myself, be filial, be more responsible, oh i don't give a damn
feeling sad and bored after you're done with this piece
a thing as such... you know...
relax and "haha"











