I like, no, I love profound things. Things that move me, that shake the foundations of my very being and rock my little world. I seek them out purposefully and never know where I will find them. I do this all. the. time. in my day to day life. Sometimes I find them in art. In photography. In words. Sometimes in a film, in a drawing, in another’s suffering, joy, bliss. I find it in small simple things, or in grand large things. In things I want to reach out and participate in, but can not. In things that I want to run far away from and never hear of again.

Yes, I know, complex isn’t it?

I joke often that it’s no wonder I suffer chronic migraines. And I do this to myself on purpose, on a daily basis.

I enjoy this immense, indescribable joy when I stumble upon these without seeking them out. I wanted to write by accident but I don’t believe they come by accident. I believe that I am led to them because there is something within them that I need to know, hear, feel, see, experience (even if from a distance), there is something within them that I need.

Yea, complex. It’s my world. Perhaps my blog should be the blissful complex, not chaotic.

So, back to what started this, though I’m not sure at this point that it’s related anymore but I picked up The Time Traveler’s Wife from the library, on the simple premise that I had heard so much about the movie I wanted to know if it was really that good. Because I come from the school if the book is that good, then the movie will be okay-ish, maybe great, but I was stopped dead in my tracks for approximately 6 hours while I devoured it and good thing my children are all in school I had a free day to soak it it. I am trying to decide now if I even want to bother with the movie, because there is just no possible way it can be done good enough to suit me. Because I am a film snob. I want  grace, and talent, a good script, oh and actors who can act, and I want the movie to follow the book when it matters, and I don’t want to be disappointed. This is 2 hours of my time I am giving the creators. So, yea, like I said, I’m a film snob, I’m incredibly picky but will give almost anything a chance, but when I can pick up a book, and have it affect me like that one did, I want the movie to do so on an equal level.

The Lovely Bones, which I briefly scribbled out one small disappointing paragraph about earlier (which you can ignore) did effect me, because I read the book before the film as well. I was curious how it would be done. I don’t like my films spoiled either, but curiousity got the best of me and I watched an HBO special, and spoiled it just a little, but intrigued me enough that I knew they would do the book justice, in visual regards. The story however, well, they did, but they didn’t, in a big way.

So I’m torn. I want to talk to someone who has read The Time Traveler’s Wife, and has also seen the film, and ask them, will it ruin it. But then, it’s all subjective. They may have hated the book. It in all likelihood did not reach them like it did me, and I really can’t say why it did. It’s too much for here. But I want to know. It’s profound. On many a level. I hear the film is good, great, excellent. But then, they said Twilight was too, and it was wretched.

I also want to know, am I the only one who hunts the profound for sport?