And a hole in the world keeping us apart
Yesterday I spent much of the afternoon reading on the couch, after which ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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 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. 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.
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 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. 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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He is! Skinny and fox-haired with a ponytail that does him no favors, but the '90's were an era for that.
I suspect there was a lot of improv as well.
I always heard it was entirely improvised, although I believe there's a published script; I should check if it was before or after the fact.
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.
I may not necessarily seek it out, but if it comes around on TCM, I'll give it a try. I like Belgian waffles.