The Goods

Watched: The Brown Bunny, at last. I had seen the famed blow job scene on the Internet months ago, so that wasn't a surprise. What was a surprise was how good it was. I found it beautiful and meditative, a movie about lost love and the constant, softly obsessive need to try to fill it again. And the confusion of that. Vincent Gallo is a narcissist; and this movie is incredible because he lets that drive it. The artistic cohesion of it, as a result, is strong. And the impact of the love story in it - isn't love a lot about narcissism, anyway? - is imprinted hard, hard like the tread of a racing motorcycle on a track, or something.

Also watched Ghostbusters, and you know what? Not as good as when I watched it fifteen times as a kid. It didn't seem as awesome. The song still kicks ass, though. Bustin' makes me feel good.

Reading: I finished White Noise. I'm floundering - it was so good. I don't know what to follow it up with. I'm going to read tabloid newspapers, like those found at checkouts in supermarkets, for a while, I think.

Wanting: To go here.