I’m watching episode 3 of True Detective: Night Country, and despite my attachment to the legend of Jodie Foster I really am done with it. Just not for me, bruh. It’s too dark, too buried, too “lemme outta here”, too labrynthian, too snowy, too grimy, too scowling, too complex and drawn out…too much of a nativist celebrationist thing, too chanty, too indigenous, too face-painty, too cheek-studdy, too “all the men except one good-looking young cop are appalling or fleshy or ugly rednecks or deep-down diseased”…too rank-smelling, too unattractive, too downish, too frostbitten, too sullen, too grubby, too “ya wanna fuck?”, too haunted and too many hoodie parkas…angry women, bruised women, resentful women, horrified women, dead women, hell-bent women…fine, good, you can have it…later.
Day: January 28, 2024
Walker Never Wore Red
I just discovered this five minutes ago. A first-time experience. All but ruined because of the red sweater. The font or calligraphy is completely wrong. I don’t know what the blue urban background is but it’s nothing. But there’s something in the eyes.
“Madame Web”, I Fear, Is A No-Go
I would hate Madame Web (Sony, 2.14) even if it was good. Which doesn’t appear likely. I’ve been sensing trouble all along with this puppy. In the words of California Charlie, it’s “a wrong one.”
Consider this mid-November riff from The Guardian‘s Stuart Heritage:
Here’s The Thing
Channelling William Goldman: I don’t like the idea of Adam Sandler and Carey Mulligan being a couple, and so, naturally, I’m not at all interested in a story about whether or not they work through their troubles and get back together. With or without the help of a third party. That’s the nub of it.
Wiki synopsis: “Sent on a mission to the edge of the solar system, an astronaut encounters a creature that helps him put his earthly problems back together.”
“Cat’s Cradle” Doesn’t Get It
What has happened to our culture over the last 15 years….hell, over the last seven or eight years…has been seismic. Obviously, inescapably.
And yet there are bright people like “Cat’s Cradle” out there…tens if not hundreds of thousands of them…who will listen to what I’ve just said, think about it for three or four seconds, look me in the eye, shrug their shoulders and go “naah, don’t think so…you’re living in your own world, man…life moves on, things change.”
Fellows like Cat’s Cradle aren’t blind as much as they don’t want to see. Because seeing would make them feel antsy or threatened. It’s a stone cold fact that over the last seven or eight the monsters have not only infiltrated Maple Street but are pretty much running the show, at least by way of changing the language and introducing a new form of puritanism, not to mention political terror.
Edit: I meant to say “the difference betweeen 2009 and 2024 has been seismic.”
