They always say that the beginning is a very good place to start, so let's do that. My love for Dawn Wiener was instantaneous, like death by freight train.
Here's a very true, very pathetic story from my own Junior High School experience - I almost choked to death on pizza cheese once because nobody paid me any attention during lunch period. Like Dawn I would drift from table to table, trying to just find a place to sit where I could just eat my food and not get emotionally terrorized for five minutes of the day. Well this one time I'd found my spot, nobody was bugging me, and I set about devouring my pizza as quickly as I could to get out of there. But that horrid school cheese, you probably know the sort, it refused to be broken by anything so weak as teeth and just slithered in one unbroken clump down my throat and began to choke me. I gagged, I stood up, I did the hands to throat choking signal... and nobody noticed. I started getting dizzy. Nobody, nothing. People were all around me, just eating their lunches, laughing. I ended up having to reach way down my own throat and pull the cheese out myself in a single swift horrifying yank, a mockery of the magician's scarf move.
And that's my Junior High experience in a nutshell. So with Welcome to the Dollhouse it was frame one, with Todd Solondz starting right out with Dawn navigating the horror of the cafeteria tables, that they got me. This film was gonna speak to me of things I understood.
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Here's a very true, very pathetic story from my own Junior High School experience - I almost choked to death on pizza cheese once because nobody paid me any attention during lunch period. Like Dawn I would drift from table to table, trying to just find a place to sit where I could just eat my food and not get emotionally terrorized for five minutes of the day. Well this one time I'd found my spot, nobody was bugging me, and I set about devouring my pizza as quickly as I could to get out of there. But that horrid school cheese, you probably know the sort, it refused to be broken by anything so weak as teeth and just slithered in one unbroken clump down my throat and began to choke me. I gagged, I stood up, I did the hands to throat choking signal... and nobody noticed. I started getting dizzy. Nobody, nothing. People were all around me, just eating their lunches, laughing. I ended up having to reach way down my own throat and pull the cheese out myself in a single swift horrifying yank, a mockery of the magician's scarf move.
And that's my Junior High experience in a nutshell. So with Welcome to the Dollhouse it was frame one, with Todd Solondz starting right out with Dawn navigating the horror of the cafeteria tables, that they got me. This film was gonna speak to me of things I understood.
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2 comments:
Oh man that is terrifying! I'm glad you survived the experience, no thanks to your heartless fellow students!
I've been reading your blog for a few weeks. i've never seen Welcome to The Dollhouse but I have heard of it. Your posts today inspired me to rent it this afternoon. Thanks!
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