06 June 2017 | Probably the poorest decision I have ever made in recent
history is watching "I’m Drunk I Love You", yesterday, given that I have this
more important thing to think about at this crucial juncture. It’s a trigger film
ready to unearth those inner thoughts because somehow sometime there are fragments
of Dio and/or Carson among most of us. Several punches were launched here and
there but one glaring point that left me pondering on is something about responsibility
– much as we are responsible for our own actions and its consequences, aren’t we
also bound to be accountable with our own feelings? It’s a beautiful kind of
pain for someone to love another unconditionally, but at some undefined point
in time, breaking point is somewhere there existing. And it’s painful kind of
beautiful to be responsible in picking all those scattered pieces after the
breaking as well.
27 April 2020 | Update: After collecting enough courage or so, I re-watched the film today. Funny how three years have made me view things in opposite polarities. It's quite disappointing I had this cringe-y take on this film before. A massive
thing I may have overlooked is the fact that in some way, we should also be
sensitively responsible enough about others’ feelings. Whatever or however one does, it's nobody's business to mess up with one's feelings. From the friendship standpoint, Dio's take on Carson's bottled up feelings towards him was total shit,
friendship being the operative word. The guy is plain asshole for
putting a friend in pedestal for seven fucking years. Imagine someone in
endless plan rearrangement and adjustment just to fit in, iykwim. But then love
and friendship are two complicatedly complimenting concepts, so who are we to
judge?
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