1. One of our local indie theaters is showing the entirety of Matthew Barney's Cremaster Cycle
, a five-movie...something-or-other that is supposedly about change and differentiation and the parallels between fetal development and human potentiality. Or something. I've been curious about it ever since the last movie in the cycle came out a couple of years; even when I don't understand it (and I usually don't) I find the images involved, and the seeming gulf between the images presented and what the artist is trying to say, fascinating, not to mention I just like to mull over the images and symbols themselves. I don't know why, but I've never been able to dismiss the more opaque modes of art.
Adding more urgency to my decision on weather or not to go see the films is the fact that they're only showing for about a week and they're not available on DVD unless you're willing to pony up half a million dollars for the super-special art-critics-only box set. And I'm not. So this is probably the only chance I'd get to witness this weirdness for myself and pass my own judgment on it. On the other hand, that's five movies in one day - I think the cycle goes from 1:00 p.m. to 7 or 8 p.m. Granted, it's shown in parts - Part 1, then Parts 2 and 3 together, then Parts 4 and 5. Technically, I could see 1, 2, and 3 one day and then 4 and 5 the next. But that's still almost forty dollars that, in truth, I probably shouldn't be spending on movies that I'd be dropping on this thing. More if I get popcorn, but these aren't really movies you can eat popcorn to.
Dammit Barney, just put them on DVD , it's not going to compromise your artistic integrity that much
to let us plebes see it.
2. Speaking of movies, over the weekend my uncle took me to see It's Kind of a Funny Story
, which I enjoyed - I'm ashamed to admit it did hit just a bit close to home, but I also thought it was pretty good about finding the humor in its situations without actually making fun of the patients' problems. It was more about seeing the humor in a sometimes sad situation instead of "ha ha look at the freaks, isn't it so strange that people act like that?", if that makes any sense.( Cut for rambling about depression and stuff. )
3. M, J, and I went strolling in Downtown today, since the downtown area near where I'm catsitting is actually very interesting and vibrant and has a bunch of galleries and niche shops for every conceivable interest. And we spent a lot of time just walking and talking and being ridiculous, which is what I like to do when I'm with M and J. And on the way there, before they arrived, I found a tiny little comic book shop. It was literally one room, which I do believe was smaller than even my smallest college dorm. I think it might have been a tiny bit bigger than the campus singles, though it was jammed tight full of books and the bookshelves that contained them, so that probably made it look a lot smaller than it was.
But anyway, I tried mightily to resist buying All The Comics, but I did walk out with two: Deadpool The Heroic Age (an issue of a story arc wherein Deadpool tries (with very little success) to be a good guy) and G.I. Joe vs. The Transformers Black Horizon Vol. 1, which I thought was a reboot since it was a whole new story; seeing as I had no idea where the actual G.I. Joe Vs. Transformers line began and I was vaguely aware there were two different crossover continuities, that seemed like a good place to start.
Except it turns out that it actually was part of a continuing story, not a reboot, and thus I had little idea what was going on or what people were talking about for most of the time. I've never been more grateful for an introdump.
Also ( Spoilers! )
4. So I went back home over the weekend in order to do laundry and things before I went back for my second week of catsitting, and one evening my family and I sat around watching CSI: Miami, as we do sometimes.
I have spoken, before, on how the series just gets more and more over-the-top the longer it goes on, which is one of the reasons I don't watch it that much anymore. However, at one point, a very familiar siren sound went off and I, only half paying attention, declared "Oh no! They're entering Silent Hill!"
My brother, equally casually, declared "I'd watch that show."
And then I got an idea.( Cut because it's another huge crossover AU dealie. )
...wow, that was bizarre even by my own standards. D:
Why can I not even write an LJ entry unless it's 3 in the morning. THIS IS IRRITATING. Also the Ficlet Project Ficlet has broken 1000 words. I think I might have missed the point a tiny bit.