Revive
Horror doesn't scare me. Dystopia scares me. We're unable to come up with anything unknown thats more frightening than the known.
I saw "Scent of a Woman" finally after foolishly dismissing it as some sacharine love story which (despite being shown on some romance channel) is not a love story at all at least not really. There's semblences of one there you can see the pain and nostalgia the longing for the one that got away. But when it comes down to it it's a buddy movie a generation gap movie a struggle of the lower class against the upper class. It's a film with the proletariat at heart Pacino really steals the screen and the writing is sharped and the directing so focused you would never have guessed he went on to make Gigli often considered the worse movie ever made.
Speaking of the one that got away I had a dream about Nikole. NIKOLE of all people. I seriously hate my brain you have no idea. And it wasn't a weird dream or a bad dream it was a good dream a really fucking good dream the kind of dream that you hate having because reality pales in comparision. Give me nightmares or surrealist dreams. I'd rather feel like I'm trapped in a David Lynch film than a John Hughes one.
I can't wait to be back in CT for those couple of days I'm already happy just thinking about it. I'll be even happier when my days of indentured servitude to wal-mart are over.
I have no one to see movies in the theatre with. I'm severly diminished.
I saw "Scent of a Woman" finally after foolishly dismissing it as some sacharine love story which (despite being shown on some romance channel) is not a love story at all at least not really. There's semblences of one there you can see the pain and nostalgia the longing for the one that got away. But when it comes down to it it's a buddy movie a generation gap movie a struggle of the lower class against the upper class. It's a film with the proletariat at heart Pacino really steals the screen and the writing is sharped and the directing so focused you would never have guessed he went on to make Gigli often considered the worse movie ever made.
Speaking of the one that got away I had a dream about Nikole. NIKOLE of all people. I seriously hate my brain you have no idea. And it wasn't a weird dream or a bad dream it was a good dream a really fucking good dream the kind of dream that you hate having because reality pales in comparision. Give me nightmares or surrealist dreams. I'd rather feel like I'm trapped in a David Lynch film than a John Hughes one.
I can't wait to be back in CT for those couple of days I'm already happy just thinking about it. I'll be even happier when my days of indentured servitude to wal-mart are over.
I have no one to see movies in the theatre with. I'm severly diminished.