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So Damned Mysterious

Joy got all sick so we rented some DVDs and set up the television by the bed and curled up for the evening and watched the sky turn orange then fill up with snow.

I love those days when you can sleep in and still get everything done. Like today. I got paid in large bills today. Four, one-hundred dollar bills and a fifty. Pretty good, to get paid in cash. Then I workshopped my story at Namasté Café this afternoon over strong coffee and draught with Joy.

I want to rent "Waking Life" and "Dogma" and listen to the director's commentaries.
Oh my God, Canadian cinema can be boring. Say what you will about the Americans, but at least they know how to take the viewer on a sexist trip through explosion land ("I love this movie. It has a vampire AND and an explosion!" Phillip J. Fry). "Marion Bridge", the latest piece of Canadiana from some German lady, is nothing but a soul-wrenching piece of doggy poo poo. I love it when the director takes every possible action to avoid what the characters want to say. There is no way to count they amount of times "I don't know" was used. Even when the protagonist was facing her father, who impregnated her at fifteen, there was nothing. No sadness, no pain, no spark. They just looked at each other, as if by looking, they would come to terms with the most psychologically damaging even evah!
"Why are you doing this"
"I don't know. I'm just so damn mysterious aren't I? But doesn't that make me likable? Look at me, I'm attractive in a non-offensive way. I have charm, I have couture!"
"We're all sisters, and we have to LOVE each other! Even though we don't want to admit it!"

It's late. I want to sleep.

This is an extended entry.

Posted by matty-b at January 3, 2004 2:20 AM