My Glorious And Triumphant Return From The Other Room
Right.
Been a while.
Again, a friend emailed me and gave out a bit.
I didn't realise it'd been so long!
I've been accepted to college. That's cool. Just sent in my formal acceptance of a place. My girlfriend is changing jobs, she's going to work at the college i'm going to. Coincidence, I'm serious. Bizarre huh? I think it'll be kinda neat-O.
So the Golden Time...
You may remember if you've been a regular reader (Tricky, as I haven't been a regular blogger) that The Golden Time was the name I put on my period of inactivity before going back to college.
I have done almost nothing since October.
My mental health is off the scale, approximately 97% better than I was when i was working in my most recent corporate hell jobs.
I've been amusing and indeed irritating, and if I'm honest infuriating my friends by repeating the phrase "Work's For Saps" whenever anyone asks me what I'm doing at the moment.
I just imagined it'd be harder than this. That it would be more boring, or more difficult, something.
I've watched a million classic films, and it's spurred me onto an idea:
I started keeping a film diary.
Started back in I think April, bought a slightly swanky page-a-day diary, and every movie I watch I write some brief thoughts about it and give it a star rating, using the traditional five star method.
Sometimes I feel a little like it's too much responsibility. I'm not kidding. I feel like who am I to give this movie one star? Doesn't this director have kids to feed, after all? Now... I've never shown it to anyone. Not that I've hidden it, but I haven't inflicted it on anyone either. So this guilt could be called misplaced. Yet still I feel it.
And when I love something beyond all measure, and genuinely believe it's a timeless masterpiece, I find it really hard to give five stars. Again, who am I to judge?
Top films I've seen recently (Many of these are re-watchings, but I'm listing them anyway. I can if I want to.)
Be prepared, the list reads pretty random.
State Of Grace
Rope
Battle Royale
I am a fugitive from a chain gang (Pre Hays Code! Wild! And incredibly moving, and brave for its time)
The Haunting (Original)
The Tomb Of Ligeia (Roger Corman and Vincent Price! Screenplay by Robert Towne! )
36
Heat Vision And Jack (A faux-pilot for a fake show more than a movie, but it's fantastic)
Three Godfathers (Classic western, some religious overtones I could do without but just incredible.)
Other things have happened outside movies. I write about my life like films are all that happen.
A friend of mine killed herself.
We weren't that close to tell the truth. We used to irk each other a little sometimes, though she was so fucking cool when she was on form.
Her close friends gathered photographs, because everyone knew she loved to be photographed. At her parents request they made these pinboards of photographs, covering whole walls. I realised then that over the couple of years she'd been in my life a lot I'd taken hundreds of photographs of her. She loved the camera, I love to take pictures, and I was immensely comforted. As though whatever stunted friendship we had, at least it expressed itself there. At the gathering in her parents house afterwards, people walked around looking at the photographs, and I found it such a relief to be able to look at them and remember taking them, remember how we clowned around to get certain shots just right.
I'm not a very patient or tolerant person, and she's on my list of regrets now, people I wish I'd gone a little easier on. But those pictures take the edge off.
Been a while.
Again, a friend emailed me and gave out a bit.
I didn't realise it'd been so long!
I've been accepted to college. That's cool. Just sent in my formal acceptance of a place. My girlfriend is changing jobs, she's going to work at the college i'm going to. Coincidence, I'm serious. Bizarre huh? I think it'll be kinda neat-O.
So the Golden Time...
You may remember if you've been a regular reader (Tricky, as I haven't been a regular blogger) that The Golden Time was the name I put on my period of inactivity before going back to college.
I have done almost nothing since October.
My mental health is off the scale, approximately 97% better than I was when i was working in my most recent corporate hell jobs.
I've been amusing and indeed irritating, and if I'm honest infuriating my friends by repeating the phrase "Work's For Saps" whenever anyone asks me what I'm doing at the moment.
I just imagined it'd be harder than this. That it would be more boring, or more difficult, something.
I've watched a million classic films, and it's spurred me onto an idea:
I started keeping a film diary.
Started back in I think April, bought a slightly swanky page-a-day diary, and every movie I watch I write some brief thoughts about it and give it a star rating, using the traditional five star method.
Sometimes I feel a little like it's too much responsibility. I'm not kidding. I feel like who am I to give this movie one star? Doesn't this director have kids to feed, after all? Now... I've never shown it to anyone. Not that I've hidden it, but I haven't inflicted it on anyone either. So this guilt could be called misplaced. Yet still I feel it.
And when I love something beyond all measure, and genuinely believe it's a timeless masterpiece, I find it really hard to give five stars. Again, who am I to judge?
Top films I've seen recently (Many of these are re-watchings, but I'm listing them anyway. I can if I want to.)
Be prepared, the list reads pretty random.
State Of Grace
Rope
Battle Royale
I am a fugitive from a chain gang (Pre Hays Code! Wild! And incredibly moving, and brave for its time)
The Haunting (Original)
The Tomb Of Ligeia (Roger Corman and Vincent Price! Screenplay by Robert Towne! )
36
Heat Vision And Jack (A faux-pilot for a fake show more than a movie, but it's fantastic)
Three Godfathers (Classic western, some religious overtones I could do without but just incredible.)
Other things have happened outside movies. I write about my life like films are all that happen.
A friend of mine killed herself.
We weren't that close to tell the truth. We used to irk each other a little sometimes, though she was so fucking cool when she was on form.
Her close friends gathered photographs, because everyone knew she loved to be photographed. At her parents request they made these pinboards of photographs, covering whole walls. I realised then that over the couple of years she'd been in my life a lot I'd taken hundreds of photographs of her. She loved the camera, I love to take pictures, and I was immensely comforted. As though whatever stunted friendship we had, at least it expressed itself there. At the gathering in her parents house afterwards, people walked around looking at the photographs, and I found it such a relief to be able to look at them and remember taking them, remember how we clowned around to get certain shots just right.
I'm not a very patient or tolerant person, and she's on my list of regrets now, people I wish I'd gone a little easier on. But those pictures take the edge off.
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