Been sleeping a lot lately. For some people this would be a good thing, but I, having an innate tendency to sleep way too much for my own good, should probably not indulge myself.
Been having strange dreams as well, but even this is not unnatural for me. Wish I could extract more from my visions than an odd opener to a short-lived, pointless conversation.
Watched two interesting DVDs yesterday: "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" and "Napoleon Dynamite". From a production point of view, loved how they were able to do Sunshine, fantastic premise, believable execution, sentiments struck a familiar chord. Melancholy, yet hopeful, in a tired way. Or perhaps because I chose to see a reflection of my own melodrama affirmed. At first, I couldn't quite get into the silly frame of mind for Napoleon, don't know if they expected people to chuckle through the whole film, in fact for a little bit it got rather annoying. But the dance sequence with one of my favorite tracks - Jamiroquai's "Canned Heat" - just seemed to make so much sense in a weird kind of way.
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