[turn it to the sun]
i've read glowing reviews of this, and i've read unhappy reviews of this; i loved it. i thought it was wonderful, i thought joaquin phoenix did a spectacular johnny cash and reese witherspoon did a very respectable june carter cash. i liked the way it moved, though i thought it was too long and several scenes in the middle, when cash was crashing spectacularly, were quite draggy and awkward - it could have run two hours and been perfect, but it ran two and a half and was a little clunky. oscar favorite? no. if philip seymour hoffman doesn't win for capote, it better be viggo not showing up to the ceremony to win for a history of violence. but good? yes. very good. B+
the trouble is: there is no moral compass on this show, all the characters are so completely morally fucked up, and it's what makes the show so compelling to me. i can't begin to guess what they're going to do next! i can't begin to guess what TERRIBLE DECISIONS BASED IN NO MORAL CODE I RECOGNIZE they're going to make! i love it.
plus i think they all try hard to be good even when they're being bad, and so far i like christian best - and by "like best", i mean "hate the least". julia still earns my undying hatred. and sean's eh. eh.
also i had at one point sort of wanted breast implants, but no more. EW.
i have been accused of not being forthcoming re: my personal life lately, but here is the thing: every day i get up, i ride my bike to campus and try not to die while doing so, i go to class, i go to work (where i spend more time breaking computers than i do fixing them but they still seem to love me for no reason i can fathom), i come home, i do several hours of homework, i eat dinner, and by the time i am finished with all that, i am so exhausted that i usually pass out in front of the television and watch three hours of tivoed dawson's creek or law and order before stumbling off to bed.
my life is boring, people. i'm not hiding anything from you. i am not talking about my personal life because my personal life sucks.
april and i had wild adventures finding the waffle house at 54 and fayetteville (how hard can it be to find a waffle house? REALLY HARD, apparently) yesterday, but it was eventually located and breakfast was consumed, and can i just say? i love waffle house so much. SO MUCH. if i was to make a list of things i love most about living in the south, that list would look something like a.) waffle house b.) cheerwine c.) sweet tea d.) free tickets to carolina basketball games e.) grits. four of five? food products of some variety. that's the way to my heart, man. FOOD PRODUCTS.
i finished one of three big final projects yesterday, so i devoted the remainder of the evening to resurrecting two half-finished due south stories and thinking about THE HAIR. i made minimal progress re: the stories, but i made excellent progress contemplating THE HAIR and my apparent future as a writer who produces nothing but epic john sheppard gen stories. i'm tackling the annotated bibliography tonight and then i'm taking the rest of the week off to think about THE HAIR, damn it.
anyway. in conclusion, ray kowalski. seriously. i'm going to finish those stories if it kills me.