I really hate excessive or unnecessary narration in films. Or the kind of slapdash narration that Allen uses in Vicki Cristina Barcelona. As an easy way to cobble together a movie it works, but in the end it just superficially masks the fact that the movie is skattershot.
I had my car towed yesterday because I parked on the wrong side of the road during street cleaning hours, and I didn't notice until I was trying to leave for work at 4 am. Of course, the tow yard didn't open until seven at which point I would already be three hours late, and I will have to drop a sawbuck to get it out . I'm currently fuming about all of this.
It took me years of journalling before the process became complicated and a responsibility. It took barely six months for the same thing to happen with blogging.
How is it possible that the Rays and the Cubs are tied with the best records in baseball? That is both exciting and frustrating at the same time.
I really like the set design for Gene Kelly's character's apartment in An American in Paris, but I still have trouble with the excessively melodramaticness of the writing and acting in musicals. I wonder what Brecht/Weil stuff is like live? I'd really like to find out someday.
I don't know if I'll start blogging again. If I can get back this kind of feel without this kind of structure, I might just.
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