Cari (caarirose) wrote in ended_abrupt,

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The rambles of an Aussie that just saw Malfunkshun

They might be pretentious, but for what it's worth, I was blown away by this movie.

I should be asleep, it’s been a long day and it started early – a few more hours and I will have been on the go for 24 hours straight – but my brain is demanding I process what I have been touched by tonight.


And I don’t think I’m being dramatic when I say touched.

After dinner, when we managed to get the theatre way too early, Ian spent a lot of time laughing at me. Because for a while it looked like we would be the only people in the theatre. There were promises of emails to everybody at work, believe me, I would never have lived this down.

Thankfully, half an hour later it was obvious we wouldn’t be alone. This would be a good thing because one, I won’t be reminded of it every day from now until forever. And two, people need to see this movie.

We did however play an interesting game once people did start to line up and we all waited. Who was there because they have season passes to the Melbourne International Film Festival, or who was there for the music.

The guy in the Sub Pop t-shirt? Music.

The lady in the fur coat, and Kermit green sequined skirt? Dragged by her boyfriend.

The lady in front of us in the cardigan and pearl earrings? Season pass.

Then Ian asked which category I fell into. With my animalish print cardigan and pearl earrings.

Maybe the lady in front of us was there for the music.

But I doubt it.

Then as the Temple of the Dog album faded away, and the lights dimmed, the movie started.

I expected to cry during this movie. I did not expect to be in tears within the first minute. Hearing Andy’s father’s words (you find out later they were taped at Andy’s memorial) was just...I don’t know any words I can write can convey what a starting point that was.

And all it was was words, a father’s voice and the Seattle skyline.

From there my thoughts jumble, my mind spins and my brain is trying like hell to make sense of what I saw and do it justice.

Because I think that’s what the movie does, it does Andrew Wood justice.

It’s all there. The baby, the little boy, his life, his dreams, his promise.

The fact Andy said he’d tour with Warrant if that meant he’d get to play arenas.

That’s also where the laughter told you just who was there for the music.

Other things were there as well.

Regan Hagar’s naivety.

Jeff Ament’s anger.

Stone Gossard’s almost...confusion.

Xana LaFuente’s frustration.

Greg Gilmore’s confession.

And the blinders it seems some friends still need, or just won’t remove.

The start wasn’t the only time I cried. Warrant wasn’t the only time I laughed.

Hey, you imagine Kim Thayil in a pink shirt and keep a straight face.

Though, through the words of people whose names we know – Chris Cornell, Stone Gossard, Jeff Ament – are the words of a cab driver from Bainbridge Island who was once asked if he knew where the singer from Mother Love Bone was buried.

His brother, Kevin Wood.

A guy who admits to not being overly impressed with the little boy Andy was, and taking great pleasure in annoying him.

But I guess that just makes Brian Wood another big brother.

Then there’s the words and the tears of a lady who admits she didn’t give her boys, her baby’s, the attention they deserved.

Toni Wood, Andrew’s mum.

Andrew’s family.

A family Mrs Wood admits was screwed.

That was the one thing that got me with this movie, not what wasn’t included, but what was included.

Andy’s therapist was interviewed. There were extracts from what I presume are rehab therapy sessions.

This is no rosey view of the world, but it was Andy’s world.

I could go in circles with this for hours, talking about my reaction to Stone Gossard’s interview. My shudders at Chris Cornell’s.

The moment Stone and Kim Thayil had me crying again.

But it’s not about them, or me. It’s an incredible, fantastic, mind blowing movie about Andrew Wood.

Ian mentioned the whole psychedelic feel the movie has, but that was Malfunkshun. And it fitted.

I hope the young kid behind me in the queue to get in wasn’t too disappointed. Pearl Jam maybe be one of the greatest bands going, but the words pearl jam get maybe three mentions. Ten seconds from the end of the movie, in the credits.

I walked out of that theatre still tearing up and unable to speak because two things are still getting to me, even as I write this.

Nobody, *nobody*, should be dead before their face has lost its baby fat.

I know, logically, it probably wasn’t baby fat, but as Kim Thayil says, there’s something cherubic in Andrew’s face.

And right through out this movie is interview footage of Andy Wood, with his blonde hair tied back, showing that cherubic face, while he holds a stuffed frog in his lap.

A toy frog, wearing a gold crown.

From something he says at one point, this footage was filmed only weeks before he died. A month or two at most.

He’s holding a toy frog.

I learnt tonight a drug overdose didn’t kill Andy – exactly. And I learnt he touched more lives that I think he realised.

I can’t untangle my mind any more of this.

This movie is incredible. I’m beyond thankful I got to see it tonight.

There’s only one thing left to say.

See. It.
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I know this is WAY late, but the community seems to have become stagnant, sadly...

Anyways, I am so grateful to read your words. It only makes the desire NEED for me to see this movie even greater.

I fell in love with Andrew Wood about three years too late. I was 14 and had gotten some 'rock video magazine' subscription. I only remember two videos, the first two off the first tape I got. The first one was MLB's Stardog Champion and the second was Pantera's Walk. I remember thinking they were an odd pairing, but those thoughts quickly moved to how amazing I thought the first song was. I was on a mission. I became obsessed with finding every MLB thing I could. A friend (who looked strikingly similar to Jeff Ament) gave me an MLB poster that I still have somewhere (note to self - find and frame). In my feverish searching, I found out he'd died 11 days after my 11th birthday. And at the time he was dying, I was living in Beaverton OR - oblivious because I was too young to be in the clubs. I was so close to greatness, yet so very far away... I've been angry at time ever since for tricking me like that.

Anyways, this is long and probably pointless, but I know you'd understand how I felt. Thank you.
Late or not, the comment was appreciated.

I'd love to see this movie again, it was so wonderful I'm sure I've forgotten parts of it. Even re-reading this entry, I remembered stuff. Hopefully it'll be released DVD sometime soon.

I have a copy of Regan Hagar's poster made for this movie that I can't wait to frame, it's a lovely picture, and Andy just looks at peace.

I followed the members of PJ back to MLB, and I've never been disappointed that I did. It was an incredible find, all around. And living in Australia, it's about as close as I'm ever going to get.

See, I can babble too, but it's all good.
for 10 yr.s I didnt know you could google my name and life.
I rarely look at it, theres so much repetition, and wrong info. and we took so many pix, I can never figure out why there arent more. lately less and less. Scott B. helped himself to my personal belongings, and then returned them to the Wood's. I was promised 70% of any royalty money, in a letter I lost and they all say never existed. Im a little more than frustrated. I dont even have a copy of the movie. Im bitching too much now, so i will say goodbye but Im so glad its finally being shown, I didnt even know that it was released. X.Lafuente P.S. Our frogs name was Freddie.
For over half my life, I have envied you and yet, not wanted to be you for anything. I have often wondered how you ever could move forward from finding someone you loved so much in such a sad, awful state. I just couldn't imagine how hard it would be to face another day, knowing that memory would be there no matter how much you went on with your life. I hope all of this is coming across the way I mean it, and that it doesn't sound trite. You surely were a strong person to have tried to help him, all the way to the end, and then to keep going.

I hope that when all of it is said and done, the good memories outweigh all the struggles. Of course he was a human and flawed like us all, but I can't even imagine how wonderful it must have been to be special to such a brilliant and talented person. To see a side of him the rest of the world would never know.

Thank you for taking the time to talk to me, and don't feel bad for anything you might have said. Take care and I hope it's not too weird to be googleable. :)
Mrs. Stargazer.....I hope that when this is released,or actually before,someone will look at the big pic,and legacy of Andy,and know you were a huge part of that.And though you moved on....that is what is expected in life to heal.I hope a copy has found it's way to you.
Xana, get in touch with me I'll get you a copy of the film. I'm sorry you were also promised and forgotten - I know too how that feels.
~jessy (was barbour)

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