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A Movie (not) to Die For
The reason I love Christian Slater
This is the missing segment of a post I wrote for Mmm Mondays about movie stars — including Christian Slater and Patricia Arquette — who I’ve crushed on. This piece didn’t fit in that post, but it was a story that wanted to be told.
There is one film that will always make me say, “Mmm.”
Spoiler alert: it isn’t any of Sonny Chiba’s Street Fighter movies. I haven’t seen them, and I wouldn’t watch them if you paid me to, unless you were paying me to fuck a lonely nerd who works in a comic store.
Depression has had me in its jaws for more than thirty years, and sometimes it bites down hard. During one of the longest, darkest, most desperate periods of my life, when all I could feel was the black dog’s canines tearing my flesh, and nothing, not even love — especially not love — could help me, I would watch one film three, four, five… sometime a dozen times a day.
For a few months, a few years ago, Christian Slater kept me alive. I could put the DVD of True Romance on knowing it would help me say, “Mmm, maybe it’s worth living for another two hours.”
Two hours later, I’d say, “Mmm, I should watch that again. Right now.”
I can’t say for certain why that film worked the way it did. Certainly…
