Ok, I'm in Columbus. Specifically, in The Waiting Room, which oddly doesn't seem to have a web site.
Free WiFi and vegan sammiches. And a cute punk girl at the next table. I may never leave.
Oh, right, unemployed. Eventually, I'll finish this strawberry-banana smoothie and I suppose they get upset if you stay for hours on end without ordering anything. . .
Anyway, am fine, except for Neo's cat either not remembering me, or not remembering nice things about me. Watched Millennium Actress last night, which I liked more than Neo did, but possibly because the last line made me go, "Duh."
And not in a good way.
Maybe it was more of a "D'oh."
Um, most of yesterday was the drive here. Monday was spent at Brown Elephant and the Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio Tour with the lovely and talented Nelly Min.
I expect you will all behave while I'm not here. Since, you know, I'm not not here.
you ARE a rock star. send us an e-postcard from akron! preferably with you on a factory tour, in a jumpsuit and goggles.
I've had Millennium Actress for about five weeks. Cannot get through it.
J., I'd say that the 1st half had a lot of promise- it seemed to be a stab at a truly postmodern work of decentered, nonlinear "story"telling- a bit like what Lynch has been doing recently. The 2nd half killed it, though, by reducing it to romantic narrative pablum. The last line, imo, was a weak bandaid-attempt to recall the direction of the 1st half of the movie. Poor.