Silencio
A buddy and I made it to David Lynch's new film Mulholland Drive last night. It was absolutely everything the critics made it out to be — utterly confusing and disappointing to non-Lynch fans, and a spectacular mental puzzle and bizarre piece of art to the rest of us. I spent many hours afterward just trying to sort through what it was I'd actually seen.
A second viewing may come in the near future, just to test some of my theories as to what was really going on. Regardless, it's so nice every once in a while to experience something that doesn't feel obligated to tie itself up in a neat little package at the end, just to make sure the American common denominator audience members don't feel left out.
Meanwhile, when moving some boxes around yesterday afternoon, I strained my back in a really awful way. It feels much better today than yesterday, but every once in a while, I'll turn the wrong way, or bend the wrong way, and then nearly crumple over in pain. I thought this only happened to old people.
The back pain pills you see in the drugstore only seem to last about an hour and a half.
In an odd sort of way, though, my uninterrupted physical discomfort complemented the movie. Just in case it weren't psychologically unsettling enough, my back made sure it was at least physically awkward.
A second viewing may come in the near future, just to test some of my theories as to what was really going on. Regardless, it's so nice every once in a while to experience something that doesn't feel obligated to tie itself up in a neat little package at the end, just to make sure the American common denominator audience members don't feel left out.
Meanwhile, when moving some boxes around yesterday afternoon, I strained my back in a really awful way. It feels much better today than yesterday, but every once in a while, I'll turn the wrong way, or bend the wrong way, and then nearly crumple over in pain. I thought this only happened to old people.
The back pain pills you see in the drugstore only seem to last about an hour and a half.
In an odd sort of way, though, my uninterrupted physical discomfort complemented the movie. Just in case it weren't psychologically unsettling enough, my back made sure it was at least physically awkward.