For the Girl Who Has Everything truly was one of the very
best and I’m not too proud to admit I was quite moved by the end, especially
that last night. Of course, I’d read the story it was based on years and
years ago and also thrilled to the cartoon version but I dare say this was
superior to both of those. I am pleased by the renewal and overall happy
with the move though a bit concerned over budget and who may or may not be returning.
Melissa is the secret weapon though (maybe secret isn’t really appropriate
given how upfront she is) and as long as she is present the central spirit of
the work should live on. As I said last time, the cinematic outings keep
faltering but this is near perfect and Melissa is its best asset.
My blu ray copy of A Lizard in a Woman’s Skin recently arrived. As did my copy of Cold Fish. I think I’ll watch them both back to back while consuming a bottle of cheap gas station wine. What does it mean or imply when something begins with sex? I suppose I’m going slightly mad. Fulci though, quite a director. Sono tambien. I need more (all) movies by them.
I don’t fit in too well at a family picnic, had to leave early. He is trying rather hard to do something which makes him feel good again. Do you remember how that felt? It seems like so very long ago.
I think I may be falling in love with the language all over again. It is a rather glorious feeling. Cronenberg wrote a great but challenging first novel.
Oscar Isaac is one of my current favorite actors, always giving a fascinating performance. A Most Violent Year is so compelling, his performance a quiet storm.
A lot of helicopters flying over us these days. Paranoia, fear.
I keep questioning the validity of things. Is that the right word? Hard to say. Baffling how many people exist in a state of constant unhappiness, desperately trying to convince themselves it isn’t true, that it’s all for something or that it all means something. I think we’re all one step away from sitting in that theatre, clutching our fantasy with tears streaming down our faces, realizing it’s all fake. I wonder how the awakening will feel? Ten seconds is not very much time at all is it?
My oh my but Bjork’s 1995 album Post is brilliant, isn’t it? I’m predictably late to the game because I’m a worthless failure with no real taste to call his own but…that music was playing in my car yesterday while driving through the rain. The water against the windshield, perfect grey skies, occasional boom of thunder, a rather comforting solitude and detachment from the awfulness everywhere and the music became central, all scattered electronic beats and her voice beautiful and chaotic. It’s a very urban album I think. Is that right? Is metropolitan better? I imagine walking through crowded city streets with headphones on and this playing, feeling good and alone. Better off dead if I can’t be….
The Witch comes out on blu ray tomorrow. I have not decided 100% whether I shall be making that purchase though the reasons for my heretofore indecision may be darker that you’d hoped. Still, I can say with complete certainty I loved the film and for one reason or another it has been on my thoughts often during these past few months. I also still need to round up several issues of that Poison Ivy miniseries and Neal Adams’s The Coming of the Supermen miniseries but that’s neither here nor there. I think I was eating a fortune cookie recently in the middle of the night when I was once again struck by my complete and utter uselessness. I may have had a good chuckle later on about it, can’t quite remember. He wonders how people pretend so well.
It’s hard to beat the walk away perfection of the electrician, isn’t it? but that shouldn’t stop anyone from trying! On the contrary! It came flooding back again despite the break. There was the inescapable envy as he desired an undeserved gratitude and wished to be the motivation for such laughter. In the end, it wouldn’t really matter though. Nothing matters (hand around my neck). Side by side though, that was a lovely turn of events. But whom is he looking to for his inspiration? Is there a real danger present? Would it be terrible to say he is doing it all for…instead of…? Of course, things can’t be entirely clouded over can they? Certainly, there is the hope of meeting one night at the masquerade ball and of honest tears and the wonderful manic laughter which comes from harsh realization and giving up illusions. Yet there was also the thought of how that pattern and color and shape would look underneath a veneer of black. Everything in reverse of course, so much pressure and words alternating between fierce and tender and back again.
Good ol’ Fulci. Don’t torture a duckling and all that. On a largely unrelated note those old black and whites offer surprising delights, don’t they? Panthers and all that. Tall and golden and a mystery which will likely never be solved. I sense a generous amount incoming somewhere down the line once things stabilize a bit. And of course, the search previously mentioned will now continue in earnest until the end of time. Reliving those early primitive moments has been…fun. The dogs are hunting her down now. When she came to the village she said a certain someone came with her. be very careful please about what you let inside.
Day in the life maybe but no use extrapolating on certain things. Ooooh, yummy. There were many laying on the sheet. Please, help yourself. Immediately the thoughts jump to being tossed inside. Wet and warm and slippery and then hard and jagged, laughter and some deep rumbling. A swift rejection afterward and some necessary discipline followed by a cleansing and then a swift insertion, more laughter.
Mayhaps I badly underestimated the bridge. Mayhaps I say. It’s feeling pretty good right now. Elephants.
Writing things off, deducting, very economical practice, necessary for continued longevity.
My blu ray copy of A Lizard in a Woman’s Skin recently arrived. As did my copy of Cold Fish. I think I’ll watch them both back to back while consuming a bottle of cheap gas station wine. What does it mean or imply when something begins with sex? I suppose I’m going slightly mad. Fulci though, quite a director. Sono tambien. I need more (all) movies by them.
I don’t fit in too well at a family picnic, had to leave early. He is trying rather hard to do something which makes him feel good again. Do you remember how that felt? It seems like so very long ago.
I think I may be falling in love with the language all over again. It is a rather glorious feeling. Cronenberg wrote a great but challenging first novel.
Oscar Isaac is one of my current favorite actors, always giving a fascinating performance. A Most Violent Year is so compelling, his performance a quiet storm.
A lot of helicopters flying over us these days. Paranoia, fear.
I keep questioning the validity of things. Is that the right word? Hard to say. Baffling how many people exist in a state of constant unhappiness, desperately trying to convince themselves it isn’t true, that it’s all for something or that it all means something. I think we’re all one step away from sitting in that theatre, clutching our fantasy with tears streaming down our faces, realizing it’s all fake. I wonder how the awakening will feel? Ten seconds is not very much time at all is it?
My oh my but Bjork’s 1995 album Post is brilliant, isn’t it? I’m predictably late to the game because I’m a worthless failure with no real taste to call his own but…that music was playing in my car yesterday while driving through the rain. The water against the windshield, perfect grey skies, occasional boom of thunder, a rather comforting solitude and detachment from the awfulness everywhere and the music became central, all scattered electronic beats and her voice beautiful and chaotic. It’s a very urban album I think. Is that right? Is metropolitan better? I imagine walking through crowded city streets with headphones on and this playing, feeling good and alone. Better off dead if I can’t be….
The Witch comes out on blu ray tomorrow. I have not decided 100% whether I shall be making that purchase though the reasons for my heretofore indecision may be darker that you’d hoped. Still, I can say with complete certainty I loved the film and for one reason or another it has been on my thoughts often during these past few months. I also still need to round up several issues of that Poison Ivy miniseries and Neal Adams’s The Coming of the Supermen miniseries but that’s neither here nor there. I think I was eating a fortune cookie recently in the middle of the night when I was once again struck by my complete and utter uselessness. I may have had a good chuckle later on about it, can’t quite remember. He wonders how people pretend so well.
It’s hard to beat the walk away perfection of the electrician, isn’t it? but that shouldn’t stop anyone from trying! On the contrary! It came flooding back again despite the break. There was the inescapable envy as he desired an undeserved gratitude and wished to be the motivation for such laughter. In the end, it wouldn’t really matter though. Nothing matters (hand around my neck). Side by side though, that was a lovely turn of events. But whom is he looking to for his inspiration? Is there a real danger present? Would it be terrible to say he is doing it all for…instead of…? Of course, things can’t be entirely clouded over can they? Certainly, there is the hope of meeting one night at the masquerade ball and of honest tears and the wonderful manic laughter which comes from harsh realization and giving up illusions. Yet there was also the thought of how that pattern and color and shape would look underneath a veneer of black. Everything in reverse of course, so much pressure and words alternating between fierce and tender and back again.
Good ol’ Fulci. Don’t torture a duckling and all that. On a largely unrelated note those old black and whites offer surprising delights, don’t they? Panthers and all that. Tall and golden and a mystery which will likely never be solved. I sense a generous amount incoming somewhere down the line once things stabilize a bit. And of course, the search previously mentioned will now continue in earnest until the end of time. Reliving those early primitive moments has been…fun. The dogs are hunting her down now. When she came to the village she said a certain someone came with her. be very careful please about what you let inside.
Day in the life maybe but no use extrapolating on certain things. Ooooh, yummy. There were many laying on the sheet. Please, help yourself. Immediately the thoughts jump to being tossed inside. Wet and warm and slippery and then hard and jagged, laughter and some deep rumbling. A swift rejection afterward and some necessary discipline followed by a cleansing and then a swift insertion, more laughter.
Mayhaps I badly underestimated the bridge. Mayhaps I say. It’s feeling pretty good right now. Elephants.
Writing things off, deducting, very economical practice, necessary for continued longevity.
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