I’ve had the sliver-est amount of time, lately, and I’ve watched a few movies! I’m so far behind on my 100 movies for the year, BUT…there is still time to catch up. Gotta jam a lot of flicks in the next two months, but I think I can get up to 50 by the end of next month. We’ll see.
Anyway…watched this Ed Harris submarine movie called Phantom. It was terrible. I mean, fun, in a very pulp-y kind of way, but jesus. That script was ROUGH. And the ending was reaaalllyyy disappointing. “Based on a true story,” but nobody really KNOWS the true story, and so it was entirely fictional, you know? I actually started that one on…Saturday, I think. Finished it today.
I also watched Uncut Gems. I liked it! Definitely didn’t love it. It was fun, though. I’d heard so much about it, in terms of “oh my god so stressful” or that people didn’t like it, so I feel like that set the bar appropriately low for me. Here’s the thing: it was stressful. That’s all that movie had to get right. Just create anxiety. And it did. It worked. Kinda feel like they fucked the ending, but meh. Probably never going to watch it again, but I enjoyed myself while I did. I’d watch other stuff done by those filmmakers. They’re competent. They do a thing.
I was a space cadet today. Like…man. I don’t know what it was, except that I got up on time at 7am, did my writing…but it was a WEIRD day. Felt completely untethered, out of rhythm, vague sense of terror. Not joking about the last part. Whenever I get knocked out of my routine, there’s a sliver of terror deep down in there. No real reason for it. I just…was off today. Took a nap. Got the podcast up, albeit SUPER late. But it’s up. Writing was good. Netflix work I actually rocked.
Weird day. Good day.