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Summer Season: Week 12
Tired, tired, tired. I have about an hour left of work to kill before I head home and find out if I need to take my mom to the emergency room to do something about her back seizing up on her because it's been bothering her for months and she's refused to do anything about it and now she can't fucking move at all. I felt bad yelling at her last night, but given that it was between bouts of bringing her food and water and everything else she needed when I've been telling her to see a damn doctor for MONTHS NOW, not THAT bad. She's been struggling so badly, using canes and stools and feeling really bad about always needing to sit down or being unable to walk any real distance, but would always brush it off saying it's just her sciatica, they won't be able to do anything about it, this happens all the time! NOT FOR MONTHS ON END, MOM! FUCK.
Sorry. Might as well get it out now so I can TRY to be supportive when I get home. But a woman in her late 40s with no major physical disabilities should be able to move around for more than 20 seconds at a time and I hate feeling like the bad guy for pointing that out! YOU SHOULD HAVE TALKED TO A DOCTOR WHEN THIS SHIT STARTED, UGH.
So yeah, I've been leaning into escapism a bit, bleh. Movie time!
The Skin I Live In (2011): How in the ACTUAL FUCK was I never spoiled for this movie, hahahaha holy shit.
All About My Mother (1999): The Skin I Live In felt like a pretty fucking intense introduction to Almodóvar, so I decided to check out a bit more before wandering away. Why do I never hear people bitching endlessly about this guy on Twitter, this shit is SO problematic? Whatever, this felt like the much more compelling other half of Opening Night and I dug it a lot. Pregnant HIV+ teenage nun Penelope Cruz!
Talk to Her (2002): Almodóvar triple feature! He really likes treating naked, powerless women creepily and clinically, huh? This was a DEEPLY uncomfortable watch with no easy answers, but it was real fucking good. And I think we were supposed to feel bad for Marco's coma girlfriend, but I thoroughly enjoyed seeing a matador get what was coming to her. What the actual fuck was that silent movie segment, though.
My Entire High School Sinking into the Sea (2016): I really dug Dash Shaw's recent Clue miniseries for IDW, so I decided to check this out! It takes a while for the premise to live up to the "fuck it, anything goes" promise of the visuals, and it can't quite stay there once it does, but this was fun.
Good Boys (2019): So unbelievably sweet and wholesome for a movie that's mostly just swearing and sex jokes??? Wonderfully good-natured, but also I laughed a LOT and would die for EVERY ONE of these kids.
My Beautiful Laundrette (1985): There's a small handful of movies that can magically transport me through time and space, and this is one of them. It's like opening a glowing portal to staying up too late watching IFC in high school every single time.
Akira Kurosawa's Dreams (1990): Just BEAUTIFUL, I wanted to wrap myself up in this movie like a blanket and never come out. I'd only ever seen the 'Scorsese as Van Gogh' segment before, and it's still as delightfully weird in the context of the rest of the movie, but every single one of them had something in it that got to me. I think the Peach Orchard one was my fav!
Something Wild (1961): So the first half of this movie is pretty bog-standard 'woman gets raped, then has to deal with the aftermath and also PTSD' stuff. It's very well done, quiet and spare after the surprisingly graphic rape scene, Carroll Baker is kind of a revelation, but eeeeeech. She's the star of the film and for almost an hour, her personality is pretty much 'got raped'. Elle, but with less going on. Then it pivots hard and the last half of the movie is just me whispering "what the fuck" at my screen for an hour. Pretty fucked up of Ralph Meeker to go from absolutely destroying me in Paths of Glory to this weird shit!
Heartbeat (1946): Ended the week with something fun! Featuring Ginger Rogers as the most unconvincing 18-year-old this side of Beverly Hills, 90210. Anyway, I'm pretty sure this movie had a plot, but I can't remember what the fuck it was, I spent most of it just waiting for Basil Rathbone to show back up as sexy Fagin, it needed WAY more of him.
Sorry. Might as well get it out now so I can TRY to be supportive when I get home. But a woman in her late 40s with no major physical disabilities should be able to move around for more than 20 seconds at a time and I hate feeling like the bad guy for pointing that out! YOU SHOULD HAVE TALKED TO A DOCTOR WHEN THIS SHIT STARTED, UGH.
So yeah, I've been leaning into escapism a bit, bleh. Movie time!
The Skin I Live In (2011): How in the ACTUAL FUCK was I never spoiled for this movie, hahahaha holy shit.
All About My Mother (1999): The Skin I Live In felt like a pretty fucking intense introduction to Almodóvar, so I decided to check out a bit more before wandering away. Why do I never hear people bitching endlessly about this guy on Twitter, this shit is SO problematic? Whatever, this felt like the much more compelling other half of Opening Night and I dug it a lot. Pregnant HIV+ teenage nun Penelope Cruz!
Talk to Her (2002): Almodóvar triple feature! He really likes treating naked, powerless women creepily and clinically, huh? This was a DEEPLY uncomfortable watch with no easy answers, but it was real fucking good. And I think we were supposed to feel bad for Marco's coma girlfriend, but I thoroughly enjoyed seeing a matador get what was coming to her. What the actual fuck was that silent movie segment, though.
My Entire High School Sinking into the Sea (2016): I really dug Dash Shaw's recent Clue miniseries for IDW, so I decided to check this out! It takes a while for the premise to live up to the "fuck it, anything goes" promise of the visuals, and it can't quite stay there once it does, but this was fun.
Good Boys (2019): So unbelievably sweet and wholesome for a movie that's mostly just swearing and sex jokes??? Wonderfully good-natured, but also I laughed a LOT and would die for EVERY ONE of these kids.
My Beautiful Laundrette (1985): There's a small handful of movies that can magically transport me through time and space, and this is one of them. It's like opening a glowing portal to staying up too late watching IFC in high school every single time.
Akira Kurosawa's Dreams (1990): Just BEAUTIFUL, I wanted to wrap myself up in this movie like a blanket and never come out. I'd only ever seen the 'Scorsese as Van Gogh' segment before, and it's still as delightfully weird in the context of the rest of the movie, but every single one of them had something in it that got to me. I think the Peach Orchard one was my fav!
Something Wild (1961): So the first half of this movie is pretty bog-standard 'woman gets raped, then has to deal with the aftermath and also PTSD' stuff. It's very well done, quiet and spare after the surprisingly graphic rape scene, Carroll Baker is kind of a revelation, but eeeeeech. She's the star of the film and for almost an hour, her personality is pretty much 'got raped'. Elle, but with less going on. Then it pivots hard and the last half of the movie is just me whispering "what the fuck" at my screen for an hour. Pretty fucked up of Ralph Meeker to go from absolutely destroying me in Paths of Glory to this weird shit!
Heartbeat (1946): Ended the week with something fun! Featuring Ginger Rogers as the most unconvincing 18-year-old this side of Beverly Hills, 90210. Anyway, I'm pretty sure this movie had a plot, but I can't remember what the fuck it was, I spent most of it just waiting for Basil Rathbone to show back up as sexy Fagin, it needed WAY more of him.
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Gonna finally see Good Boys this week, I'm excited, it looks so cute.
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