One Kind Of Fun
I just got over this fucking cold with chronic cough and fever for these last long eighteen weeks. Plus it gives you Time Distortion. Really, no, seriously.
Fortunately I had in my own collection, Torchwood, Hitchhikers’ Guide, Dogma, and many others, including my favourite Japanese films, such as Akira Kurosawa’s only Canadian epic, Princess Gananoque.
Now, later, here, I’m getting better, while I’m housesitting three cats, a wondrous video library (both critical modern formats), and a fridge and freezer full of food, many other different kinds of fun. Last night, because I couldn’t sleep, I watched The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. You know, I figured CS Lewis, blah, blah, blah, Christian imagery, redemption, blah blah Edmund, Aslan as Christ, you know, the whole trip. Well, spank my ass and call me chastised! The christianic movie, considering there were heathens in the credits (at least by the provenance of their surnames) worked so much better than that.
Woo hoo! Bring on the next which is what? Prince Caspian?
After that I got surreal. A Prairie Home Companion. Um. I got surreal? Wholly crap! What a delight! I wish I’d seen it at the cinema! The visual metaphors! The imagery! The songs! Did Virginia Madsen’s character not remind you, at least in some degree, of Jessica Lange’s Angel of Death character in All That Jazz? And maybe a little bit of Kevin Klein’s Guy Noir character too?
Shit.
Well, tonight, trying to adjust my sleep schedule, I’m watching as many episodes of Firefly on DVD as will make me fall asleep.
Yeah. That will work.