Kamikaze, morning coffee. The provocative equality of all nouns, having something left to clog the sink with. Watched 24 Hour Party People last night. It left me weeping, halfway through. Curtis in a coffin, my face tightened, pulled itself back into my hairline when the narrator leaned down to kiss Curtis on the forehead—it’s what I would have done. Too much is what I do, finding rooms where I can see my breath, it has a way of repeating its shape when I'm not speaking. I recommend, new film to love. If not only for the quote, “Don’t judge . . . .I was being postmodern, before it was fashionable.” Always back to subjectivity vs objectivity, company policy, asking only once, really the only endless debate, does temperature help you sleep.
Posted by caroline at March 19, 2006 12:42 PMMexico City.
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I'm glad you saw that. It really is quite heartrending. And informative.
I hold you deep in the dirty pits of my heart.
Posted by: Xavier at March 20, 2006 10:29 AMno, it was fucked (up). Curtis character comes on screen without saying anything and we're full gazed at the back of his head and all I can say is IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS??!!?
Then Tony Wilson says, "Is he going to punch me?"
And I say, "Ok, yeah, I guess it is who I think it is. Onwards, movie, ONWARDS."
The film was VERY true to the details, facts picked up from that time. That in itself blew me away. What a work of love. The guy who played Curtis was incredible. He had the dancing down pat. Really shook me up.
Anyway, I saw god, and he really looked nothing like me. ;)
the second half of the film wasn't as interesting for me, but the witty and brilliant commentary and overall format kept me watching.
you got me alllllllll sweaty and clamped, glamour boy.