now we can see at the bottom of the sea
Two mornings in a row I've woke up with the chanting opening to "Now We Can See" by the Thermals stuck in my head.
"Whoa ay oh, whoa,
Whoa ay oh, whoa,
Whoa ay oh, whoa oh..."
Yesterday's dreams were intense and surreal, but I chose to sleep in rather than try and explain them. This morning I got up so early (by which I mean, after only five and a half hours of sleep) that the only thing like a dream-memory I had was a sincere confusion over how the alarm clock on my phone worked.
Including last night, here are the last five movies I've seen:
Adventureland (by that Superbad guy)
Persona (Ingmar Bergman)
Casino (Scorsese)
Observe and Report (by that Foot Fist Way guy)
Thirst (Ingmar Bergman)
So, excluding Casino, which was background-watched on the laptop while I fumbled with not writing and took an asston of Facebook quizzes, the movies have gone: doofy college comedy, Ingmar Bergman, doofy college comedy, Ingmar Bergman.
Both Bergmans were fantastic in a way that reminds me what non-genre film (what I think of as "cinema") really is. The college comedies were each a mixed bag.
I kept thinking I'd get around to writing my full reaction to the strange, strange film Observe and Report but I never did. So in short: it plays out like a hero's comedy, but the protagonist isn't your everyman; he's a bipolar dude with a dark soul and a cop-fetishizing personality. It belongs in the category of King of Comedy or Larry Clark films, or if Taxi Driver were slapstick and zany. It kept feeling like "outsider art" polished up like an Apatow or Will Ferrel project.
I didn't much like it, though it had moments, but I keep coming back to it in my head. It is an odd beast.
Anyway, my movie-watching kind of hijacked what was meant to be a small post about a morning song double. Now I have to go to work.
"Whoa ay oh, whoa,
Whoa ay oh, whoa,
Whoa ay oh, whoa oh..."
Yesterday's dreams were intense and surreal, but I chose to sleep in rather than try and explain them. This morning I got up so early (by which I mean, after only five and a half hours of sleep) that the only thing like a dream-memory I had was a sincere confusion over how the alarm clock on my phone worked.
Including last night, here are the last five movies I've seen:
Adventureland (by that Superbad guy)
Persona (Ingmar Bergman)
Casino (Scorsese)
Observe and Report (by that Foot Fist Way guy)
Thirst (Ingmar Bergman)
So, excluding Casino, which was background-watched on the laptop while I fumbled with not writing and took an asston of Facebook quizzes, the movies have gone: doofy college comedy, Ingmar Bergman, doofy college comedy, Ingmar Bergman.
Both Bergmans were fantastic in a way that reminds me what non-genre film (what I think of as "cinema") really is. The college comedies were each a mixed bag.
I kept thinking I'd get around to writing my full reaction to the strange, strange film Observe and Report but I never did. So in short: it plays out like a hero's comedy, but the protagonist isn't your everyman; he's a bipolar dude with a dark soul and a cop-fetishizing personality. It belongs in the category of King of Comedy or Larry Clark films, or if Taxi Driver were slapstick and zany. It kept feeling like "outsider art" polished up like an Apatow or Will Ferrel project.
I didn't much like it, though it had moments, but I keep coming back to it in my head. It is an odd beast.
Anyway, my movie-watching kind of hijacked what was meant to be a small post about a morning song double. Now I have to go to work.