Tomorrow is the 14th anniversary of my sister's death. Anniversaries hurt me an awful lot, that's usually when panic attacks happen. I have always had this fixation with dates, which helped a lot with exams back at uni, but which doesn't help at all with overcoming traumatic experiences. So since this time it falls on a Sunday, I'm planning on spending tomorrow hidden in a blanket nest, forcefully ignoring everything and everyone. Here's hoping the plan works, but if I disappear for a few days you'll know why.
And now on to the non-real life part of the entry, my favourite part. Yesterday I had a wonderful Kingsman
evening just like I planned: I made an enormous bowl of popcorn, wore my new Kingsman necklace, and watched it in all its 1080p glory on my tv. I fell in love with it all over again. And I also finally, truly understood all the My Fair Lady
references in it, because Eggsy's chav accent was freaking incomprehensible and I had to stay so focused to grasp what he was saying that I gave myself a headache. And I had no problems with the thick New Zealander accents in The Almighty Johnsons
, nor Gene Hunt's in Life on Mars
! South London, you have bested me. *shakes fist*
We had another season finale, with Elementary
. It was a subdued finale to a somewhat disappointing season. It wasn't a bad season per se, but there was really too little character development, in favour of the case of the week. A sad step back, considering how much I loved the first two seasons. I'm crossing my fingers the writers will go back to their roots next fall, and spend more time on the main characters. There's much room for improvement, guys.
And today I found out that next july they're releasing a bluray boxset
of The Third Man
, full of special features, and I rushed to pre-order it. I adore that movie. Mom and I bought a vhs tape of it something like 12 years ago; it was from a series meant for people who wanted to learn the language, so it had the original audio and italian subs. We knew nothing of the plot, and we were completely blown away. I remember screaming in surprise more than once. Now, I strongly disagree with people saying that "old movies were better", or that "they don't make them like they used to"; much like with everything, blind nostalgia is never the right approach, and like with modern cinema, back then there were masterpieces and there was garbage. That being said, in every genre there's one particular movie that encompasses and sublimates everything that is great about that genre, making it the best possible expression of it. This is what The Third Man
is for the noir genre. It came out in 1949, and it's already absolutely perfect, the platonic form of the noir film. I can't recommend it enough. Everything about it is mindblowing. Wish I could say more of what it is about, but for those who haven't seen it yet, the plot twists are so amazing you'll kill me if I spoil anything, trust me on that.
And there's that soundtrack. Man, the soundtrack
. It would be worth watching only for that.
In other news, I've been watching Arrested Development
on Netflix. Most of the time it's me going "ooohh, that's where that joke is from!". It's really funny, but it's also very dated, in a way. The first three seasons are from over ten years ago, and sometimes it takes me a while to realize what they're talking about, to pinpoint what exactly was going to shit in the world in that particular moment. I just started the fourth season, the 2013 Netflix one, and I'm more on solid ground. :D Still enjoying it a lot!
And now off to dinner I go!