A Prophet
Never Let Me Go
The American
Toy Story 3
Scott Pilgrim vs. The World
I Love You Phillip Morris
Let Me In
True Grit
Micmacs I'm Here (spike jonze short)
Exit Through the Gift Shop
Blue Valentine
The Social Network
The Fighter
Black Swan
Sweetgrass
Other Good Stuff: Fish Tank, Shutter Island, The Ghost Writer, Restrepo, Cell 211,
Green Zone, Greenberg, Inception, Red, 127 Hours, Robin Hood and The Town.
Back in October, a group of us were up on Whidbey Island celebrating my birthday. I was just pouring my third glass of Milagro when I heard some shouting from the deck, "Over there! Out there! There's a man in the water, a man on a raft!" A few of us ran to the railing, the wolf pack charged the beach. I sloshed my drink and stumbled to the door, just catching sight of something yellow in the distance. What-the-fuck?! Was that a man in the water? How... much had I had to drink? I grabbed my camera and headed for the surf. As I got closer I could see that it was in fact a real person, on a raft made out of logs, rope and seaweed. Holy shit! A real life castaway. As he got closer to land he began babbling about living on an island, a mysterious island, that he'd been working with electromagnetic anomalies, and that there had been another incident. The sky turned green and he left the hornets nest in a hurry. He said he'd forgotten the coordinates or his map or something... and couldn't believe he'd made it back, although he was confused he wasn't closer to Australia. Frankly, it was a lot of babble. We poured him a glass of fighting cock and later let him take a swing at my Cookie Monster piñata.
What is the purpose of being here, you know like... alive, breathing, walking, talking, sleeping... here on earth??? I have some theories but what about the obvious. Is the purpose of being here to just drink tequila in the same bars over and over, or is it to eat frozen pizza at three in the morning, or watch 17 episodes of Community in a row, or taking a bath (who wants to see that anyway?), or self-destruction, or using someone to cheer yourself up, or just wasting week after week after week, or bashing a pinata full of booze at a little kids birthday party, or falling in love only to end up more miserable, or telling yourself that everything is okay when it really isn't, or throwing the ball for your dog over and over and over and over and over and over and over?
I have a bunch of friends who are married, nearly married and/or have kids. I do not particularly want these things. I know that my friends probably pity me because I'm single, and depressed, and have no faith in relationships. And they probably pity me because I don't understand how getting married and having kids is just a part of life that we all have to join in cause, cause, cause, cause... we just do. But here's the thing, almost everyone I know is stressed out, exhausted, bored and in some cases just plain miserable. I'm not saying everyone, but a lot of them just want to sleep. They just want to turn the lights off and sleep. They don't have the energy to get crazy or the time to be spontaneous. Are they happier? More content in life? Possibly. Possibly not. Maybe they question the purpose of life just as much as I do, or maybe they pity me because they think they have it all figured out. But what exactly have they figured out??? I say that they have figured out nothing! Not a damn thing, and that they are just as confused as I am, and that all you can really do is drive a...
For the last five days... Um... 120 hours, I've been finishing off on my play Blackbird. I've been eating less, and sleeping even lesser, and living through my characters. I've been speaking in their voices, in the shower, at the kitchen table, under the covers... but finally, oh my god finally, it's fucking done! At least the first draft is done. It's a 55 pages of... what, you want me to ruin it? It really kicked my ass. I have only one goal this year, what's left of this miserable 2010, get my play put on. We will see... now I'm headed to the bar.
I just saw the film Never Let Me Go. Its just perfect. A flawless adaptation of the exquisitely written novel by Kazuo Ishiguro. The film captures every nuance of the story and characters, and in some cases even elevates what made the book so powerful. I assume it will win many awards and spark just as much debate. I highly recommend seeing the film just as much as the reading the book.
Met up with my old pal Garett. He drove me over to his new crib in Echo Park (he was pissed that I was already three sheets to the wind), I admit I was kind of a mess. He was starving so we grabbed a burrito at the local roach coach, fired up the DeLorean and time traveled back to skid row for some seriously slammin' drinks at the tequila bar Las Perlas. Oh hell yeah.... NO! SLEEP! TILL! BROOKLYN! er... LA! All I know is... we better find some hookers tonight.
Today got a little out of hand at Mary and Jon's. Push ups are hard! Balance is hard! Life is hard! Yogurt is not my friend! One too many shots of Milagro and I decided to take a stroll/spin/puke around the neighborhood. NO! SLEEP! TILL! BROOKLYN! er... LA! Let's get this party started bitches!!!!!!!!!! Somewhere along the way I lost my shoes. Fuck me!
I dare you to watch all 22 episodes of Trapped in a Closet. I have... and it's fucking awesome. "God... please don't let this man open this closet. He looks at the closet, I pull out my beretta, he walks up to the closet, gets close up to the closet, now he's at the closet, now he's opening the closet."
I'm very curious about his new album. I've been hearing that The National have been playing on tracks, which just seems like the weirdest pairing. It's like... somber and giddy go on a road trip, hit a deer and get in a horrific rollover car accident. There's blood all over the dashboard, in your hair, in your socks, but... a marshmallow does a dance in your mouth. Ummm... what? I like the sound of this cut though.
I will be there, in the theater, drunk off my ass, the 3D goggles dangling off my chin as I laugh like a damn idiot. I'll probably end up on the floor, covered in sticky and foam. It'll be sooooooo worth it.
I'm cuckoo obsessed with Yeasayer right now. I really just can't seem to get enough. Although just this week I've been feeling like I need to take a lengthy break to avoid complete overdose. I do that with bands, just play tracks over and over and over until I can't stand them anymore. These live performances are the shit, reallly different sounds than the albums. I've yet to see them live, keep missing chances in Seattle.
