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Friday, December 30, 2011


Wow, this has been a week of movies. What a wonderful way to escape...a dark room and a movie projector.

Perfect way to close out this week. The days off have been great. A time to relax and catch up on sleep and laze around. But circumstances have left me with a lot on my mind and plenty of space to ruminate. Not a good combination. Fortunately, tomorrow sends me right back into a normal routine, which is exactly what I need right now.

So anyway, The Skin I Live In was a trip of twisted reality but always returns to a content resolution. And even though Almodovar consistently ties in social issues, it is all merely a story, in typical Spanish style. Melancholia was more or less based in reality until the end, and seemed to have a message. Not that I agree with or against whatever Lars Van Trier was supposedly saying, but that's something that I try to lean against. Movies with a message. I take things waaaaay too seriously to be putting myself into that place. (see: Twilight!!)

Anyway, it was still terribly entertaining. And achieved a level of discomfort that is incredibly difficult to achieve in that medium. And I never thought that I would say this...but hats off to Kiki Dunst. She did a pretty incredible job. Granted, the director certainly took advantage of situations. But all around...fantastic.

Time for pizza and a Frazier marathon. My brain's a mush.

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