We are now into my very favorite period of the year – not because of the weather, certainly. I am not a lover of winter. However, there is still no snow on the ground and the temperature is hovering at a bit above freezing, so it seems that this winter may be a repeat of last winter, when the snow didn’t come until almost February but then winter did not release its clinging, deathlike grip until well into April.
It flopped at the box office. I thought it was a great film.
No, it is my favorite time of year because it is the time of year furthest away from Christmas. New Years annoys me a bit, too, for a couple of the same reasons that Christmas does. It’s the uniformity of it, the fact that everybody says the same thing and that is so much worse now in the era of social media, when you look at your facebook page and 1,000 people have all taken the time and effort to type in “Happy New Year!”
So, now we have 11 months of normalcy in front of us, of people saying something when they actually have something of interest to say, of different people who are living different lives actually expressing some aspect of those lives, of their world.
Right now watching a very weird, almost surreal movie with Michael Douglas and Toby Maguire and Robert Downey Junior and Frances McDormand. Tobey Maguire is the troubled genius/pathological liar student of Douglas, who is a washed up, burned out author who smokes dope constantly and is sleeping with Frances McDormand, who is married to John Boy Walton and then at a party he gets bit by John Boy’s dog, and the dog gets shot by the student who also steals John Boy’s prize possession, a jacket which belonged to Marilyn Monroe, and then they do a lot of driving around with the dead dog in the trunk and it’s either raining or snowing the whole damned time and Robert Downey (who is Douglas’ publisher) ditches his transvestite date to seduce Maguire, whose book, by the way, is much better than the rambling, obsessive piece of shit Douglas is working on and there is a black guy with weird hair like Chuck Berry who insists that Douglas stole his car and it eventually becomes impossible to know what is the truth, but they all do have a very casual attitude towards breaking and entering.
Called “”The Wonder Boys.” I think.
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