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Saturday, May. 21, 2005 / 1:08 p.m. ~Sensitive to Surroundings~ My Yahoo! start page indicates the high temperature in Taos, New Mexico should reach 85 today. How is this possible? Global warming? It's only in the 60s here. I think something is amiss, no, I know it. I've neglected to mention, anywhere but my paper journal, which is not terribly uncommon, that I watched Hitchcock's "Lifeboat" on Wednesday, and I don't think I'd seen it in its entirety before. That is one intense little movie, and the ending feels tacked on, like in a Stephen King novel, this great story, really small but multi-layered, only a limited number of characters surviving on a lifeboat during WWII, but it just ends, just... ends. And the Tarantino "CSI"? Really good, I thought, just horrifically funny and good, totally Tarantino. He was on Letterman recently and he said he didn't know if people could really tell that he had directed the episode of "ER" that he directed, didn't know if it had his stamp on it, if it was obvious that he was the one behind it, which is absurd and artificially humble, I think. Those nurses sunbathing on the roof of the hospital, in black Ray Bans? Puhleeeze. And the gore? Which "ER" adopted forever after, and employed heartily in their season finale (EWWWWWW!!!). Total Tarantino, no question. But the "CSI" was more mature. Not flawless (what person is going to purposefully vomit outside the driver's side door of his own vehicle? - deputy dude would have stepped behind or to the other side of his patrol car, obviously), but it had some great moments, and plenty of Q's 'stamp', all over it. I squealed, I laughed, I sat on the edge of the sofa, no lie. Last night I watched a really disturbing documentary, and speaking of flaws, it teased its audience, namely me, and I did not appreciate it. "Bus 174", a true story about a bus hijacking in Rio de Janeiro (hope I spell that right), all caught on tape for live TV back in 2000. The docu delves into the history of the hijacker, a Rio street kid straight from the slums, and the events in his life that led to this defining moment, and the background of Rio's street kids, which has also been horrifically well documented in the docudrama "City of God", also gripping and a bit too real. But this "Bus 174" knew of its own outcome, obviously, and yet it plays as suspense film for the uninitiated, and I didn't appreciate it, finally yelling at the screen, "So, WHAT HAPPENED?!?!?!", and just at the climactic finale there was a group of kids outside my apartment, poorly imitating the Rio kids, hollering and banging on this and that, a/c units and such, causing me to get up and close off my screen porch, and temporarily lose focus, just as now with the downstairs neighbor cranking up her bass-driven hip hop. This neighborhood has become FAR too noisy. I'm hating it here. And the movie last night left me depressed, which I already was (and I realize I HATE the sound of Portuguese, I think it's an ugly language, and most of my new neighbors speak nothing but), but it exacerbated a long week of bullshit after bullshit, and it's not even worth documenting, any of it. I want to go OUT, I need to go out, but I hardly know where to go or what to do, too much overthinking, many many moves ahead of any decision I make, so I'm immobile, for a bit. I'm thinking a movie in a theatre, but we all know the hassles inherent in that inactivity. The people. Choose your theatre wisely, I advise, to me especially, as I am sensitive to surroundings, far too. It's a day, cool-ish here, hot in Taos, and the cats are asleep, thank god for that. And I am borderline seriously depressed. Cost of the War in Iraq
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