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Summer Season: Week 10
ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT AND I AIN'T GOT NOBODY, I GOT SOME MONEY 'CAUSE I JUST GOT PAID; NOW HOW I WISH I HAD SOMEONE TO TALK TO, I'M IN AN AWFUL WAY.
Well. I had some money, but then I dropped five hundo on a cheap-ass dishwasher because homeownership is expensive when you actually care??? I was determined to have a nice, lazy Sunday, but then I remembered that's when we're actually picking up the bastard thing and putting it in so BLEH. Then back to work Monday, which is gonna start sucking again since the decent day shift guy that I actually got along with has abandoned me to go back to school like some scrub and I'm back to them just shuffling in whoever from whichever other position they can stand to lose until they inevitably wash out and leave me drowning in the mess UGH.
Whatever. It's still Saturday, I've got the whole rest of the night to myself, I'm going to relax and take a bath and read some comics and maybe crack open the first couple episodes of the new season of Preacher. I'm gonna miss this show so much, y'all.
Passed a couple lovely summer backyard bonfires on my way home from work, and you know, it's been three years, but there's still definitely a quiet little lizard brain part of me that's like !!! whenever I see smoke without immediate context.
I need to start some fuckin' threads, my inbox is so sad and empty. Until then, though: movies!
Performance (1970): So last week I started the month with The Man Who Fell to Earth and had such a good time I decided to follow it up with some more Roeg-directed rock star bullshit, so here we are. What a discordant and off-putting movie this was. It's messy and has lots of weird jagged edges (like, that was some The Room caliber acting from the girlfriends) and I found it super compelling throughout. Has probably one of my all-time favourite musical sequences in a movie. Really could have done without the mega closeup of the chick licking Mick Jagger's gross lips, though.
Don't Look Now (1973): Probably the wrong Du Maurier adaptation to bust out, seeing as I just read Rebecca for the first time, but I did a Nicolas Roeg triple feature instead! So many uncomfortably graphic sex scenes, so little time! A wonderful meditation on grief and the ways we try to deal with it, sprinkled liberally with plenty of excellent supernatural spooks. A good 'un! AND THEN THAT ENDING. THAT'S SURE A THING THAT HAPPENS.
Swing Time (1936): SO GODDAMN DELIGHTFUL I WANT TO DIE. Unfortunate blackface sequence aside. Also let's not talk about how long it took me to put together that the lead characters' names are Lucky and Penny (forty minutes).
Our Man in Havana (1959): BOY, THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY. Spy comedy is such an underrated genre, you guys, I love them. I'm also a great fan of taking serious stories that work on their own and just making them funny? So I loved this. Sir Alec is great, and Burl Ives' wandering German accent is up there, too.
Fast & Furious Presents: Hobbs & Shaw (2019): CAR X-MEN GET A SPIN-OFF!!! Idris Elba is straight-up playing Donald Pierce here. His bike is a transformer. I'm pretty sure half the entire runtime of this movie is just the Rock and Jason Statham trading pissy banter with each other. It's all so fucking stupid and I loved every minute and I will be perfectly content to have more of these running parallel to the Fast & Furious series proper if it means everyone involved stays happy and keeps their beefs squashed. #JUSTICEFORHAN
7 Days in Hell (2015): Indubitably.
Rocko's Modern Life: Static Cling (2019): The companion piece to Twin Peaks: The Return that none of us knew we needed. So, so good. Made my soul happy, though it is really discomfiting to see this world in HD. It's gorgeous and just... really wrong, somehow.
Well. I had some money, but then I dropped five hundo on a cheap-ass dishwasher because homeownership is expensive when you actually care??? I was determined to have a nice, lazy Sunday, but then I remembered that's when we're actually picking up the bastard thing and putting it in so BLEH. Then back to work Monday, which is gonna start sucking again since the decent day shift guy that I actually got along with has abandoned me to go back to school like some scrub and I'm back to them just shuffling in whoever from whichever other position they can stand to lose until they inevitably wash out and leave me drowning in the mess UGH.
Whatever. It's still Saturday, I've got the whole rest of the night to myself, I'm going to relax and take a bath and read some comics and maybe crack open the first couple episodes of the new season of Preacher. I'm gonna miss this show so much, y'all.
Passed a couple lovely summer backyard bonfires on my way home from work, and you know, it's been three years, but there's still definitely a quiet little lizard brain part of me that's like !!! whenever I see smoke without immediate context.
I need to start some fuckin' threads, my inbox is so sad and empty. Until then, though: movies!
Performance (1970): So last week I started the month with The Man Who Fell to Earth and had such a good time I decided to follow it up with some more Roeg-directed rock star bullshit, so here we are. What a discordant and off-putting movie this was. It's messy and has lots of weird jagged edges (like, that was some The Room caliber acting from the girlfriends) and I found it super compelling throughout. Has probably one of my all-time favourite musical sequences in a movie. Really could have done without the mega closeup of the chick licking Mick Jagger's gross lips, though.
Don't Look Now (1973): Probably the wrong Du Maurier adaptation to bust out, seeing as I just read Rebecca for the first time, but I did a Nicolas Roeg triple feature instead! So many uncomfortably graphic sex scenes, so little time! A wonderful meditation on grief and the ways we try to deal with it, sprinkled liberally with plenty of excellent supernatural spooks. A good 'un! AND THEN THAT ENDING. THAT'S SURE A THING THAT HAPPENS.
Swing Time (1936): SO GODDAMN DELIGHTFUL I WANT TO DIE. Unfortunate blackface sequence aside. Also let's not talk about how long it took me to put together that the lead characters' names are Lucky and Penny (forty minutes).
Our Man in Havana (1959): BOY, THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY. Spy comedy is such an underrated genre, you guys, I love them. I'm also a great fan of taking serious stories that work on their own and just making them funny? So I loved this. Sir Alec is great, and Burl Ives' wandering German accent is up there, too.
Fast & Furious Presents: Hobbs & Shaw (2019): CAR X-MEN GET A SPIN-OFF!!! Idris Elba is straight-up playing Donald Pierce here. His bike is a transformer. I'm pretty sure half the entire runtime of this movie is just the Rock and Jason Statham trading pissy banter with each other. It's all so fucking stupid and I loved every minute and I will be perfectly content to have more of these running parallel to the Fast & Furious series proper if it means everyone involved stays happy and keeps their beefs squashed. #JUSTICEFORHAN
7 Days in Hell (2015): Indubitably.
Rocko's Modern Life: Static Cling (2019): The companion piece to Twin Peaks: The Return that none of us knew we needed. So, so good. Made my soul happy, though it is really discomfiting to see this world in HD. It's gorgeous and just... really wrong, somehow.