I saw Rent this weekend and it was a weird and wonderful experience. Wonderful because it's a fantastic movie--I loved the show and was worried about what they'd do to it, but the film both honors the stage show and stands on its own. Weird because Roger reminded me a lot of Daniel, this bookstore guy I was trying to hit on about a month ago, although while Daniel was cute, Roger, eighties 'do and all, is a stone cold, pants-dampening hottie. Weirder still because narrator Mark reminded me to a disturbing degree of my friend Plato, to the point where I couldn't distinguish between them by the end of the film. Same general aesthetic, same asexual-yet-whipped demeanor. (The movie plays up Mark's pining for Maureen a lot more than the stage show, with a few lost-your-girl-to-a-girl jokes, which surprised me.) Mark came across as more asexual in the stage version; in the movie it's more like, as Lady M. would say, unmann'd. But seriously, the Mark-Plato congruence was such that I had to fight hard not to fall for Plato all over again throughout. Plato is a grad student, Elle, not an self-deprecating, filmmaking hottie suffering through the AIDS crisis and in need of rescue. Though the latter may be true, let some other girl do it; you go work on finding your own Roger-style rock-god-cum-little-boy-cum-savior-figure. Anyway, whew. See Rent!
(P.S. to those who've seen it: did the fake snow in the "Here Goes" scene also make you want to kill yourself?)
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