all about movies.
First, editing my own,
which is getting real close, 30 minutes of rough cut
with overdubs in
the can, another hour or so to go. While today's
work was rendering, I happened to catch a Seinfeld episode, The
Movie, which I then more or less lived when I
went to meet Jackie at Ark
Lodge Cinemas to see Parasite. She
was running late so I bought her ticket and saved her a place. She showed
up a few minutes into it and asked
what she'd missed. "Struggling family," I whispered.
I was glad to have no idea what to expect and I
say anything about it other than when it ended the
audience let out a collective breath. This was my
time at Ark Lodge—what a gem! An old time vibe, more
homey than palatial but a big enough screen
& good sound, cute local ads beforehand and special
AV accommodations for those who need them.
A great place to nurture a cinematic habit. We
emerged from the spell cast by Bong Joon-ho into a
world quite different from when we entered—fog had
descended to diffuse the light and dampen
all sound. It was as if the suspension of
disbelief had seeped out of the theater into the
When I spoke it was like hearing myself underwater.
I caught the 7 right out front. Happy I
took the bus—it let me protract my reverie, window a
screen, the city just another movie.
As if following dream logic, the 7 squared itself
into the 49 and my mind kept up, raced
with exponentialities, seeing clearly through the
fog, two weeks since my last drink.