live from the heatwave-world-cup-4th-of-july-taylor-swift-wedding-nightmare that is nyc right now. also i think i have food poisoning.
film of the week: lost highway (1997)
i lost track of time and left very late for the screening at angelika film center, but after sprinting to and from the subway, i managed to get to my seat just as the titular highway faded in. i think being incredibly thirsty for the two hour runtime added to the experience of what people apparently refer to as the proto-mulholland drive—a label i find kind of funny, because i actually enjoyed lost highway much more than its successor. for all its slowness and trademark surrealism, lost highway is surprisingly funny and coherent, with a killer soundtrack to boot.
tv show of the week: sex and the city (1998)
drew and i are obsessed. we're halfway through season 4 and watching
carrie's descent into genuine evil has been equal parts unbearable and
delectable. we cling to samantha and miranda as pillars of stability and
normalcy (i know, i can't believe they're the golden standards, either)
amidst the stormy currents that are carrie's apparently bottomless
capacity for selfishness and ignorance. but the fashion is killer and the
revolving door of love interests never ceases to delight me.
lastly: the column framing grows increasingly tedious and
uninspired, rendering me unable to suspend my disbelief that carrie is a
competent, let alone successful, writer. but that's just me being bitter.
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book of the week: half his age, jennette mccurdy
i was initially going to skip mccurdy's debut novel, having been unimpressed by her memoir, but i decided to pick it up after watching mothcub's video about its dumbass haters. i hate to be a dumbass hater myself, because the concept of a complex examination of a student-teacher relationship is compelling, but i found the story severely lacking. the compassionless characterization of waldo and mr. korgy was at odds with the conceit of the story, rendering their relationship less passionately all-consuming than static and grating. that, combined with mccurdy's repetitive sentence structures and heavyhanded moralizing, lends a synthetic “therapy-speak" stink to the whole affair.
tv show of the week: interview with the vampire (2022)
i finally got around to starting iwtv because of a very sexy promotion for the vampire lestat i saw during an otherwise dull workday in times square. turns out advertising works sometimes. i'm just starting season two (shocked and devastated that bailey bass didn't return) and i'm enjoying the series so far! i do miss new orleans though.