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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2021-12-28 10:59 pm

And a hole in the world keeping us apart

Yesterday I spent much of the afternoon reading on the couch, after which [personal profile] spatch and I cooked our first dinner in the new skillet and watched Wayne Wang's Smoke (1995), which I might not have seen in twenty years. Its soundtrack was my introduction to Tom Waits: "My ears were assaulted by a drunken Muppet." This afternoon I took another one of my Christmas books to an appointment, after which [personal profile] rushthatspeaks came over and we ate deli sandwiches and watched Ulrike Ottinger's Freak Orlando (1981), which aside from its acknowledged antecedents of Virginia Woolf and Tod Browning had the pleasure of reminding me of Angela Carter, M. John Harrison, Derek Jarman, and nothing but its gorgeous, shape-shifting, painterly, disruptive self. [personal profile] yhlee sent me two mermaid cards in the mail. I could do with being less dead tired—and less cause to worry about people I love—but otherwise, knock wood, at the moment I think I am doing all right.
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[personal profile] moon_custafer 2021-12-30 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
This time around I spotted the baby Jared Harris.

(runs through characters in the movie) Wait, is he the young guy who sweeps the floor?!

I am aware of the existence of Blue in the Face, but have never seen it. What did you think?

It’s not as perfectly-formed as Smoke. What I’ve heard was that the cast and crew of Smoke had had so much fun making it they didn’t wan’t to stop, and asked Paul Aster to write them a bit more stuff. I suspect there was a lot of improv as well. We follow Augie a bit more, and some new characters show up; this is intercut with documentary-style talking-head shots of people being interviewed about NYC (the best of which is Lou Reed). Belgian waffles become a recurring gag.
Edited 2021-12-30 14:16 (UTC)