evening out
I was waiting until I could put "productive" as my mood but that is never going to happen.
So I waited until my mood was "drunk."
Morton and I went to see "Lost in Translation" tonight. My review (slight spoiler effect) is that it was a good movie, not a great movie. It did fulfill my most important moviegoer's need--film as psychic windshield wiper. I need to come out of the theater with greater attentiveness to the details of my life caused by a renewed open anticipation that something important might happen at any moment. Something that might move forward the plot of my life.
Of course, I couldn't watch this movie without thinking of my friend S. who is living in Tokyo right now. Charlotte was a little bland by comparison. I was watching for the Japanese mafia and other counter culture elements, Japanese punks and goths with full sleeve tattoos and wild hair. The two main characters here are having a upper class experience of travel in Japan, including some mildly colorful forays into artland.
I also think it's too easy to let lack of affect and conspicuous alienation substitute for character development. Insomnia and jet lag don't automatically mark of depth of character.
On the other hand, I laughed a lot. I liked the sound track. The two main characters have faces worth watching for an hour or two. It's an archetypal story: a middle age man sees his soul reflected in a young woman (or a young man).
I think that subject can be a little ouchie for a woman my age. It puts me in touch with my own unfulfilled romantic, sexual longings. When I think about it however, I'm sure that when the smooth taut unwrinkled face of a beautiful young woman is a screen for some guy's spiritual or erotic projection, it isn't always much fun for the young woman. Well, sometimes it is sometimes it isn't.
Another thing I liked about the movie, even though it's kind of easy in the same way that characters who are low affect are easy, is the way the script lets "not knowing" stand for the whole mystery of relationship. What does he whisper in her ear at the end? What happens next? I like the way the movie leaves those questions unanswered.
Or am I just too old and deaf to hear the answers?.
Then I went to hear Abe play at Mizuna's. The bartender gave me the Abe's mom discount for my two drinks, a flatliner(made with cream instead of Bailey's, because Bailey's tastes like canned evaporated milk to me) and a shot of Frangelico. Abe stopped to have his dinner with me and talk. He did express some facetious concern that I would embarrass him in my drunken state. So I proceeded to tell Mike about how cute Abe was as a seven year old singing "would you like to swing on a star." I have it on tape. Mike said I should bring it in to the restaurant some time.
So I waited until my mood was "drunk."
Morton and I went to see "Lost in Translation" tonight. My review (slight spoiler effect) is that it was a good movie, not a great movie. It did fulfill my most important moviegoer's need--film as psychic windshield wiper. I need to come out of the theater with greater attentiveness to the details of my life caused by a renewed open anticipation that something important might happen at any moment. Something that might move forward the plot of my life.
Of course, I couldn't watch this movie without thinking of my friend S. who is living in Tokyo right now. Charlotte was a little bland by comparison. I was watching for the Japanese mafia and other counter culture elements, Japanese punks and goths with full sleeve tattoos and wild hair. The two main characters here are having a upper class experience of travel in Japan, including some mildly colorful forays into artland.
I also think it's too easy to let lack of affect and conspicuous alienation substitute for character development. Insomnia and jet lag don't automatically mark of depth of character.
On the other hand, I laughed a lot. I liked the sound track. The two main characters have faces worth watching for an hour or two. It's an archetypal story: a middle age man sees his soul reflected in a young woman (or a young man).
I think that subject can be a little ouchie for a woman my age. It puts me in touch with my own unfulfilled romantic, sexual longings. When I think about it however, I'm sure that when the smooth taut unwrinkled face of a beautiful young woman is a screen for some guy's spiritual or erotic projection, it isn't always much fun for the young woman. Well, sometimes it is sometimes it isn't.
Another thing I liked about the movie, even though it's kind of easy in the same way that characters who are low affect are easy, is the way the script lets "not knowing" stand for the whole mystery of relationship. What does he whisper in her ear at the end? What happens next? I like the way the movie leaves those questions unanswered.
Or am I just too old and deaf to hear the answers?.
Then I went to hear Abe play at Mizuna's. The bartender gave me the Abe's mom discount for my two drinks, a flatliner(made with cream instead of Bailey's, because Bailey's tastes like canned evaporated milk to me) and a shot of Frangelico. Abe stopped to have his dinner with me and talk. He did express some facetious concern that I would embarrass him in my drunken state. So I proceeded to tell Mike about how cute Abe was as a seven year old singing "would you like to swing on a star." I have it on tape. Mike said I should bring it in to the restaurant some time.