have let an absurd amount of time pass without watching any of the six videos i have rented (three from netflix, three from greencine). indeed, they were sent to me before i moved; i only recently unpacked the box where they were and found them.
since i feel moderately guilty about hanging on to them for six months, i watched three of them today. tadpole was ok, but nothing special. i guess i was hoping for something more like igby goes down, which i really like. the best part about tadpole, though, was the handheld digicam indie-film feel, really. i mean, it was okay…but i won’t feel bereft if i never watch it again. next was a streetcar named desire, which freaks me out because i’m not used to marlon brando being hot. or, like, not psychotic or gross, actually. good film, though. finally, i went with willard, because after streetcar, i wanted something more light. in this pursuit, i failed — i had thought that willard was a little more darkly comedic (vs. just dark) than it turned out to be. not a bad film, but disconcerting. kind of literally dark, as well — it was sometimes hard to see things on my 20″ tv. and, as much as i like morgan/wong collaborations, naming the cat scully really jarred me out of the film; i was sitting there trying to figure out if they actually meant anything by it or were just trying to make a cute x-files reference. the video for “ben” as a dvd extra is just odd. not to mention the commentary that you can optionally watch it with: next time you people at new line get crispin glover to commentate a production of his, take away his methamphetamines first, okay? i swear he didn’t stop talking long enough to draw a single breath. this leaves me with star trek II: the wrath of khan, urbania, and 24 hours in london yet to watch. i might watch one tomorrow, or not. six hours in front of the teevee today was kind of a lot. sleepy now. nite nite.i’m sitting at a patio table outside at kasey’s, drinking snooty beer, using a powerbook with dork stickers all over it (after opening which i carefully wiped the dust from the display with a piece of genuine chamois i conscientiously keep on the keyboard when the laptop is closed to keep keyboard schmutz from getting on the display) wearing a black shirt, black shoes, dark jeans, and black trouser socks to complete the ensemble, smoking what i’ve termed to more than one homeless person bumming a smoke off me as “snooty” cigarettes.
naturally, i am also updating my blog, dialled in over my bluetooth cell phone. i am one of those mac users. sigh. (do i even need to mention that i cleaned up all the line breaks in the text file that i’m writing this in, even though i know that it won’t make a damned bit of difference once it’s parsed for html? … no, that just makes me obsessive-compulsive.)