Lifeforce,
I remember a very attractive woman and a strange kiss. I remember this being surprisingly dull and
thinking it should have been good.
Showgirls
is a movie I adore. It’s a satirical deconstruction
of the American dream. Looks great
too.
High
Flying Bird was a sports movie I really loved but then again I am a Soderbergh
junkie and this fits right in with that fascinating string of film like Bubble,
Girlfriend Experience and Haywire and other things I can’t remember but I’m
sure I adored.
Memories
of Murder is one of my all time favorite movies. So is Zodiac but I can see how much Fincher
took from Memories.
Get
Shorty was good lark, nice Saturday early evening kind of movie. I liked the book more but I still liked this
movie.
At
Eternity’s Gate is a lovely little movie.
Very very on the nose and that should bother me more but it didn’t,
maybe because I’m too big of a willem fan.
The
Seven Samurai is something I need to rewatch.
It was difficult.
Inglorious
bastards gets better every time I watch
it. My opinion has changed quite a bit
since first viewing
Heavenly
Creatures is my favorite peter Jackson film.
Is it the dividing line? Still need
to see the frighteners to know for sure.
After
Hours was great. I understand why it
gets overshadowed by other work in the director’s oeuvre but this deserves more…something…can’t
think right now, it deserves more something though.
The
Maltese Falcon I never quite understand but I like it.
The
Big Sleep I didn’t understand but i…
The
Scent of Green Papaya was lovely! Just bought Ciclo and need to check out
everything by this guy and need to rewatch this with a scotch.
Hostel
is crap but that one scene still works.
Fighting
With My Family was good. Basic tropes. Prefer
Glow. What a dumb comparison by me. this was good.
Black
Coal, Thin Ice was GREAT noir. Gets better
each time. very subtle. Very uncompromising. Just watched wild goose lake too…but I think I’ll
still prefer….
Who
Framed Roger Rabbit ihad never seen
before. It had some top knotch animation.
And the always reliable gunton. No, stupid me I meant Hoskins. My fingers are freezing up right now. I really liked the first three fourths and
not as much the last fourth but overall I dug it.
Meet
the Feebles totally worked for me, back when Jackson made movies I could
endorse.
Water
is something for which my own ignorance betrayed but I need to understand
deeper and explore further, both in and of itself and of the ouvre from the
creator.
Chasing
lust now, eh. Something like that. Meeting at the open space, as predicted due
to all the liquidity. The issues of
liquidity. Though humorously it started
off about a change, an augmentation not related to culinary arts. And then progressed to liquidity. Talking about bouquets the night before in
old pages, how I wanted that bouquet. A little
joke, lovely smile. Black and white
during this iteration then frantically running out to meet and then closely
observed ascension and then a return and so quick, need to absorb every detail.
Old texts have me.
is it a coincidence just as 36 has me.
likely not. There is not much
else I’m sorry to say. Other than that
revelation about hotel rooms. There is
an encroaching distance. Evil
everywhere. Look at how trite all that
other stuff was. I am in search of
sin. Never have to look far. Candy again.
There’s no meaning to anything anymore.
Live and in living color. Meat and
potatoes style. Twice in a row
really. The softest pair set aside for
just such an occasion. felt like crying
while eating a granola bar today.
Unexpected peace.
Remembrances. Torn away by my own
anger. Listened to mad season last night
and this morning, felt appropriate. Johnny
mysticism showed up to buy me a drink at some point. I’m reading a very good book right now and it
has a yellow cover.
Ripley Under Ground is a great book. Just great!
it was just so complete! So fucking
complete. Loved the skull bit. And the humor, really good humor, placation,
new headlines. I couldn’t call it. Real elegant and precise prose. Wish a proper movie was made of it (or that I
could see the one that was). I love Tom
on the page so much. This was just dark
and comical little gem. Man, I loved
this book. I need to acquire an old
hardcover copy and read it outside during a sweaty summer, maybe while drinking
a margarita even though I don’t really like margaritas.
I missed my red circle chance years. I FUCKING BLEW MY RED CIRCLE CHANCE BECAUSE I’M
A GIGANTIC UGLY FUCKING LOSER WHO FUCKS EVERYTHING UP AND I REALLY REALLY
REALLY FUCKING HATE MYSELF! And it in some ways it is also blue, like
staring down a barrel, and boy I just really fucked that up and now no red
cirlce for me. it’s like that glorious
piece of gold rubber which will never be mine.
just as well. Everything I touch
turns to shit.
In love with candy bloom.
I was drinking cheap vodka and watching a late 90’s
Abel Ferrara movie recently. Or was
i? the more I learn the less I want to know. Trying to figure out this grainy phase. Akin to the blackout. Feels very honest, very cold. I had a limp and then with a laugh I leaped
from the stairwell, fatally cracking my dome like an egg when I hit the hard
tiled corporate story floor. Tech, need to
try and reread, last time I was in a bar with a sports game on and couldn’t
focus for some reason. I miss bars. Or do i?
the more I learn the less I was to know.
Gonna listen to free soon, not the band.
Oh yeah, then I read swamp thing comic books.
And yes and yeah it’s all empty now and nothing really
has any feel to it I suppose it could be worse (blood). I don’t know, it all feels so meaningless. And everything is fading, vision, hearing,
whatever.
I can’t figure anything out. I have no voice. 36 has me.
lists have me. back when I was
using frog puppets to make my philosophical points. Back when I was waking up on red sheets. This river still reminds me of another
river.
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