Gimme shelter

It’s a movie that used to attract me when I still hooked on iTunes for movies. Then was the time I wanted to watch the movie so much but I just couldn’t, because it kept at its 138 hkd. Simply put, too expensive then. Then I bought a new and more powerful windows laptop for my family, and so I hooked on iTunes less frequently. Then I realised that I was not so hooked on movies than I thought, so I was watching less and less movies with time. Then I forgot totally I used to fancy that movie, that no review had been given as far as I was then concerned. A movie I didn’t even know what it was about. Maybe it was just the girl in cover whom I didn’t know so I was interested in the movie.

So it’s been a long time, until I got this movie dvd during dumpsters sale in hmv. Those sales of the chain that you can get three movies at about £10. Until I even watched Juno, a movie that so many people told me was a very good movie, on my flight back Hong Kong that shitty city. Until people even forget there used to b a Hollywood star named Branden Fraser who starred in the mummy. I finally watched it. Gimme shelter.

Not until I watched gimme shelter did I think Juno was a good movie. I even cried a little bit at the scene when Juno talked to her dad before she made her decision. Warm, funny, lollipop sweety, with a tint of indie. Hallmark of foxlight movies. Gimme shelter changed all that. Both movies talked about teen pregnancy. Same social issue. Gimme shelter helped me make sense of how stupid Juno is.

Or put it correctly. Juno is a romantic version of how a white nerdy high school girl fantasies how her pregnancy would turn to be: a little bit struggle personally, interpersonally, but all within the bubble of a loving and family, who stand by your every crazy idea. Then you meet another more wealthy family who love to pay the hell for your baby-would-be. So cool that you can even high five her like your hockey mate, pledging your heroic you in I’m in. And after all that, the boy who put you on the dole doesn’t go anywhere, hugging you on the bed and guitar your way out like never ever fucking happens. It’s kind of lovely though.

Gimme shelter, instead have you realised that hard fact of what would be like to be a teen pregnant girl, assuming that you are already so fucking lucky to meet someone at the cross road. Someone else not lucky enough can’t even make it to the crossroad, got caught mid on or mid off. Or on the back slip. No matter what. You won’t have none that Juno had, or you never gonna be teen pregnant. But it may be both versions are true. It may be the same old alternate fates for white and for black when ones got some mess to sort out.

Last night I had dinner with a couple who struggle whether they should have babies. I am the bulwark against the idea, preaching it’s the worst time for who the fuck is born in Hong Kong this shitty city. After dinner and all gone. My wife gave her unsurprising dry wit about what I’d said, “now is the worst time, alright. Then what is the best time? World War II? Think about them. They will b old. Who’s gonna take care of them?"

Right. Hate to say, but I am unsurprisingly a stupid in my wife, whose wit way above my imagination, whose vision beyond my horizon. Besides revealing my theory, as my other theories, nothing but solipsism excuses, she pinched one important point that was reflected in gimme shelter

Pregnancy is a hard and harsh challenge. There’s no fantasy, just grit, to get out of the thorns and briers path, fucking slowly. Gimme shelter. I love it.

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