6/367: Warpaint - Shadows
I’m always so tired. & I know I know, I eat with no regard for my well-being & am minimally active. But that’s better than it used to be (sort of). & at the moment, I can confidently say that at least a large part of the reason for my tiredness is the good old, normal, i’ve been up for way too many hours within the last 36 hours. & don’t blame me! blame the heat (& yeah, me a little bit, shut up, so what, go away).
i watched this movie, Session 9, last night. I wish more horror movies were as slow-paced as that movie. I really enjoyed that element. In other ways it kind of fell short, the cart leading the horse when it came to the plot. But the pacing was great to watch. The lame noise scares & cheap sight scares were kept to a minimum. The acting was great. I love horror, though. It’s in horror that true art can sneak into a seemingly empty genre picture. That RARELY happens in comedy or action movies. It’s unlikely to happen in straight up dramas, because they already take themselves seriously. It’s the paradox that I like, I think. A cheap, simply constructed genre that can allow filmmakers to do some real shit. Film noir encompasses that quality also. Some of the most artful movies I’ve seen have been horror & noir.
There’s no reason for me to’ve gone on that long about (virtually) NOTHING. eh.
realizations today: I can pride myself on the fact that I’ve never been on the phone while in the middle of a transaction at a store. If I were to have a conversation important enough to warrant it, I guess I might justify it to myself, but I don’t really have meaningful conversations often. On the phone. Or in general. Oh, also, I genuinely enjoy the tv program Wipeout. Every time I turn it on. For about 15 minutes. Then I don’t really enjoy it as much. But it’s like a fresh experience whenever I happen upon it. People getting hit by things & falling. Double Dare for grown-ups. It’s beautiful. Again, for about 15 minutes. Until I cum.