. . . crash.
I just finished watching David Cronenberg's Crash. It was enough that I came home from work sick (after making many apologies to the vendor representatives who'd put together the presentation that I was going to have to skip out on the last hour of, and who had already put up with my fits of dizziness and spaciness quite admirably), but to watch that movie put the final surreal twist on my day.
I'd have to say I recommend it, though I don't expect most people I know to like it. I think it's right at the outer edges of disturbing, along with Chuck Palahniuk's Invisible Monsters (those of you who thought Fight Club was odd only got the tame end of things), and a decent handful of websites and other bizarre stuff.
I think Palahniuk and Ballard (who wrote the Crash novel upon which the movie was based) are onto something with the whole misplaced obsession theme (Ballard's Concrete Jungle seems a proper B-side to the Crash story, as well, if you're interested). It speaks to me, anyway — vaguely akin to Timothy Olyphant's comment on the Family Circus in the movie Go: "I hate it, yet I'm uncontrollably drawn to it."
Anyway, on other topics of surrealism, between last night and the long nap I took late this afternoon, I have a new ripe field of dreams to add to the dreams section when I get a chance. They're always the most vivid when I feel the worst — I think there are multiple truths underlying that correlation, but I'm not sure what they are, exactly.
I'd have to say I recommend it, though I don't expect most people I know to like it. I think it's right at the outer edges of disturbing, along with Chuck Palahniuk's Invisible Monsters (those of you who thought Fight Club was odd only got the tame end of things), and a decent handful of websites and other bizarre stuff.
I think Palahniuk and Ballard (who wrote the Crash novel upon which the movie was based) are onto something with the whole misplaced obsession theme (Ballard's Concrete Jungle seems a proper B-side to the Crash story, as well, if you're interested). It speaks to me, anyway — vaguely akin to Timothy Olyphant's comment on the Family Circus in the movie Go: "I hate it, yet I'm uncontrollably drawn to it."
Anyway, on other topics of surrealism, between last night and the long nap I took late this afternoon, I have a new ripe field of dreams to add to the dreams section when I get a chance. They're always the most vivid when I feel the worst — I think there are multiple truths underlying that correlation, but I'm not sure what they are, exactly.