abstract weirdness.&dreamlike musings.
elizabethtown is on tv, and while i wouldn't say it's cameron crowe's masterpiece (almost famous, obviously) there is a certain poignancy to it; i find myself wishing i was a good ole southern gal that enjoys her fried chicken and lynard skynard and talks with a laid-back drawl.
once again, the best scene in the movie has an elton john song playing in the background, and while its no hippie van spontaneously bursting into singing tiny dancer, my father's gun is still a beautiful accompaniment. in the movie, it plays while orlando bloom is in the midst of an epic south country roadtrip (so on my life's to-do-list; hit up nashville, buy some authetic cowboy boots and oversized turquoise jewllery.) i can't find the exact scene online, but the song is definitly still worth listen.
slip us a rope
sail on round the bend..
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