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So. I saw LOST HIGHWAY in Cinemascope again at the Dryden. And it was incredible. Again. I see so much detail I've been missing on DVD. And I'm so fuckin obsessed with zizek's notion of the neo-femme fatale ("mind of a pimp in a prostitute's body") and the idea that a nightmare is the collision of fantasy with reality. I fuckin love this film. I love it long time.

If I had one critique for mr. Lynch. It would be to take twiggy ramirez and marilyn manson out of the porn at the end. There's just no reason and it takes me out of the film.

I love hearing an audience laugh at technology. Like when Robert Blake pulls out his large cellphone that is ridiculously large by today's standards. I love that that gets a hearty laugh in the theatre. Love it. Long time.

Stellar audience reactions.




and then there's this. Ms. Arquette. I find her anatomy so... fucking amazing.







And on that note. a quote from a song I heard this morning : "She's gonna be my cock professor, studying my dick. She's gonna get her masters degree in fuckin me. I can do so many things with my own bare hands." One more reason why ween hits that right spot. over and over and over again.