There are some things in life when you think that something is going to be really, really good, and it turns out to be really craptacular. The Phantom Menace, A Confederacy of Dunces, most films starring John Malkovich, the entire life of Neil Gaiman (including his ‘Hey, I’m sorry for upsetting people with my crappy behaviour, but you guys are a bunch of disabled feminists’ girlfriend, Amanda Palmer).
These things serve to remind us that we cannot take enjoyment for granted — the material world is a place of misery and disappointment created by a malicious deity who didn’t want humans to understand Gnosis. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about.
On the other hand, there are things which do the opposite of this. We come across them not expecting much and discover that they’re beautiful, wonderful, mysterious, and completely lovely. There’s a richness to them which you’d never have suspected, and you feel slightly silly for having doubted how magnificent it is.
Of course, I’m talking about Monkey: Journey to the West. Continue reading “And someday you’ll see I only wanted to please… and I’ll play you this CD”