I'm Not Drunk Enough For This

I should have gotten more liquored up before watching Shutter Island last night.

Now we know what happens when you read The Manchurian Candidate, watch Gaslight, take a few psycho-tropic drugs, and play Myst.


In a way, the movie is the cinematic equivalent of Lost. We all gathered in the lobby for a while, chatting about whether or not he was actually crazy and everything the psychiatrist said was the truth, or whether he was sane and they were trying to shut him up, or possibly some combination of the two. That seems to be the reaction Scorsese was going for - get people talking, theorizing.

I'm leaning more towards the second option - DiCaprio's 'partner' addressed him as 'Teddy' right before they led him off to the special lobotomy lighthouse (if that part is real, why not the rest of it?) which would seem odd unless it was truly his name. Why continue with the charade when they're just going to shove an icepick through his eye?

I believe my friend Ella put it best - 'I did my part: I paid ten dollars. Finish the damn movie, Scorsese!'



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