Men Who Stare At Goats

Friday, I went to see Men Who Stare At Goats with two friends of mine. One who seemed to be in a constant state of text message argument with her boyfriend and got up several times to argue to his face, but that's beside the point.

The Men who Stare at Goats was no a solid film. To say it was, would go against the real meaning of the film, and the references to walking through walls bit. It was about the U. S. Military experimenting with psychic powers and making super soldiers. Whether or not it's true, which I have suspicion to believe, it is based on a book, a book I'm now really interested in reading. Ewan McGreggor played the relunctant hero in this story, a journalist who drafts himself into writing a story in right when the U.S. invades because his wife is leaving him for his wounded veteran boss. The main character runs into Len Cassidy, a man who is supposedly a construction representative, but really an ex-solider of the New Earth Army, a discontinued division of the army dedicated to creating super, psychic powered soldiers.

Even though, the move ended on a crazy beat, and the climax was a little strange, I really, throughly, enjoyed this movie, and because of all the characters, the actors, the performances, and the thoughtprovoking content of this movie, I would give it five stars.

One of the profound things that struck me about this film was how believable it was. Hardly anything George Clooney said was really based on science or fact. Most of it sounded like hoopla. But just like the main character, you were willing to believe it, which is what made it believable. Like an instinct, something you knew to do, although know one taught you how. When George Clooney was trying to prove to Ewan that they were destined to meet, it felt like he was talking to me. Sometimes things throw us off where were supposed to go, and it's like we're fighting the current. Then comes a sign, and the river flows freely again. I'm always looking for signs and messages written in the things i do or see that I'm going the right way. Sometimes I meet someone or find something and I feel like time stops and slows down. I feel like it did that for a whole year when I met my ex. I felt like I had slowed down and at the same discovered adulthood. Like life was handing my portions now: "Okay, here's a boyfriend, soon to be husband, here's a house, four kids, he'll be professor, you'll be an artist, living in Austin where you'll grow old and die together."

But maybe that's just growing paranoia. Hard to tell.

I think George Clooney's character may have been right, though, about signs and destiny. It's just a feeling.