Broadband back. Yesterday I wrote 3 journals with dial-up and none went through.
So here it is. Bought and watched THE BROWN BUNNY last night.
At first I was a little pissed I bought it, then I thought toward the end, that the film has something really unique about it. It's like a lonely lovesick road trip across America...and I dug that. Vincent Gallo is clearly in love with his image on screen...we see him do the most mundane things in the movie but in a way, it is interesting and Cassavetese like. Of course it has the famous blow job scene which didn't shock me. The french have been doing it for years in their legit art films. Incidentally, the film has a killer soundtrack...I forgot how good that song "Beautiful" is by Gordon Lightfoot. And when your old lady just gave you the heeve ho, it hurts to listen to. BTW I am discovering stranger, and stranger things about her now that we are kaputs...isn't that always the way, you learn more about the person when you aren't together. Man she is a real deviant in disguise - I was curious to see who her ex was, so I popped into the music store where he works and grabbed a look at the cunt. What a whimpy scared looking dude. I pretended I wanted a Tom Waits songbook, nobody there heard of him. They looked, didn't have it and I was tempted to say - YOU ALL OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES, and then squat down and take a dump on the floor. If you could play out life anyway you could without facing consequences wouldn't that be something.
Just applied to Troma Films. Will update later.
Poem thought of while jogging, then stopping, then jogging, stopping, I gotta stop smoking...Love's Forever Changes on the Ipod:
Feed your love handles to your dog
laugh while China rises
and plants its flag in Manhattan
Iwo-Jima Part II
don't hurry for the exit
mall closes at 9:30
favorite show on at 10
No News News at 11:30
perfect night
it's a botched robbery
in a bankrupt bank
put your brains in the bags
and nobody gets hurt
this is what it is
it's come down
to
this.
this is not a commentary
there is no longer such
a thing.
So here it is. Bought and watched THE BROWN BUNNY last night.
At first I was a little pissed I bought it, then I thought toward the end, that the film has something really unique about it. It's like a lonely lovesick road trip across America...and I dug that. Vincent Gallo is clearly in love with his image on screen...we see him do the most mundane things in the movie but in a way, it is interesting and Cassavetese like. Of course it has the famous blow job scene which didn't shock me. The french have been doing it for years in their legit art films. Incidentally, the film has a killer soundtrack...I forgot how good that song "Beautiful" is by Gordon Lightfoot. And when your old lady just gave you the heeve ho, it hurts to listen to. BTW I am discovering stranger, and stranger things about her now that we are kaputs...isn't that always the way, you learn more about the person when you aren't together. Man she is a real deviant in disguise - I was curious to see who her ex was, so I popped into the music store where he works and grabbed a look at the cunt. What a whimpy scared looking dude. I pretended I wanted a Tom Waits songbook, nobody there heard of him. They looked, didn't have it and I was tempted to say - YOU ALL OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES, and then squat down and take a dump on the floor. If you could play out life anyway you could without facing consequences wouldn't that be something.
Just applied to Troma Films. Will update later.
Poem thought of while jogging, then stopping, then jogging, stopping, I gotta stop smoking...Love's Forever Changes on the Ipod:
Feed your love handles to your dog
laugh while China rises
and plants its flag in Manhattan
Iwo-Jima Part II
don't hurry for the exit
mall closes at 9:30
favorite show on at 10
No News News at 11:30
perfect night
it's a botched robbery
in a bankrupt bank
put your brains in the bags
and nobody gets hurt
this is what it is
it's come down
to
this.
this is not a commentary
there is no longer such
a thing.
Oh wait, you were talkin about where I live, right?
Ummmm... don't say that you have a small pecker. Say..."this is my pecker, bitch. Now get to lovin every square inch of it! "
I mean, say that to you specail someone.