Dances and Wolves
So, after a lot of *gnarr* I have finished my werewolf synopsis. And it is good. I just have to avoid the temptation of immediately turning it into a shooting script and instead concentrate on the essay about photography that I have due in, oh, five days. And haven't actually started writing yet. In my defence, that's because I was watching Chungking Express and another wicked film that I have already forgotten the name of but did awesome things with effects and had cinematography that I wanted to take out for dinner before returning to my place for sex (they call us cinephiles for a reason).
I've been meaning to watch Chungking for about two years, and finally got around to it today in my procrastination phase. Was it worth it? Hell yes. It has dated remarkably badly, bearing all the scars of being a 1994 digital production, and carries some notable moral issues (how long could a relationship with a soldier last if you were a pacifist? No spoilers, don't worry: occupations have been changed to protect the fictional.) but, oh, the cinematography. A pile of empty cans has never looked so good. The music actually made me break out in giddy laughter at one point, which earned me some odd looks as I was watching it in the AV section of the library. Kar-Wai is one of the few directors to have actually made me cry - there is a tango in Happy Together which is so breathtakingly sad that you must see it.
Speaking of dancing, I realised today that I've been dancing around my unfinished Matrix fic for about a month since I wrote a sentence in it. Everybody else has been writing and editing and I tell them how excited I am for them. And sitting at home there is an excellent fic sitting gathering dust, like a tiny, fictional, neglected, sci-fi Oliver Twist begging for gruel. Never mind, dear one. I shall return to you when Deleuze has finished screwing me in the head.
I've been meaning to watch Chungking for about two years, and finally got around to it today in my procrastination phase. Was it worth it? Hell yes. It has dated remarkably badly, bearing all the scars of being a 1994 digital production, and carries some notable moral issues (how long could a relationship with a soldier last if you were a pacifist? No spoilers, don't worry: occupations have been changed to protect the fictional.) but, oh, the cinematography. A pile of empty cans has never looked so good. The music actually made me break out in giddy laughter at one point, which earned me some odd looks as I was watching it in the AV section of the library. Kar-Wai is one of the few directors to have actually made me cry - there is a tango in Happy Together which is so breathtakingly sad that you must see it.
Speaking of dancing, I realised today that I've been dancing around my unfinished Matrix fic for about a month since I wrote a sentence in it. Everybody else has been writing and editing and I tell them how excited I am for them. And sitting at home there is an excellent fic sitting gathering dust, like a tiny, fictional, neglected, sci-fi Oliver Twist begging for gruel. Never mind, dear one. I shall return to you when Deleuze has finished screwing me in the head.