Haunted By the Ghosts of High School Past
A friend of mine once said, ‘You can earn a billion dollars and discover a cure for cancer, but when you go back to a school reunion, you’re reduced to being the same little dickhead everybody thought you were when you were fifteen.’
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V was a year behind me in high school. She was one of the most attractive girls I knew, and I was on the inside track because she was a friend of my sister. When I asked, she was kind enough to accept my invitation to the high school dance. V- was a lot less than impressed, however, when I arrived at her house to collect her wearing a leopard-skin tuxedo.
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I re-watched Sam Peckinpah’s The Wild Bunch recently. Like all ‘great’ works of art, you see different things every time you look at it, and it gives the appearance of changing as you do. In part, the film is concerned with ageing.
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I didn’t start playing sport because I was athletic, or because it was part of the school curriculum. I was angry; furiously angry, and I wanted to fight.
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The Antagonist
J- kicked the football towards the sun, leaping into the air as the ball sprang from his extended foot. It continued to climb as he returned to earth, his kicking leg gracefully extended as if it willed the ball forward on its ascent, its slow pendulous flight in sharp contrast to the chaotic spread of the players beneath it.
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Dragged Backwards – Into The Past – By The Balls
You’re never ready for these sorts of things when they overtake you. It’s probably part of the reason they fester in your mind for so long afterwards.
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Watching a narrative film made in Hollywood is a lot like riding a skateboard downhill; you look to find your point of balance and once that’s established, gravity will do the rest. That said, I found Maestro a difficult film to find my balance on.
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I first became aware of Andrew Tate during a particularly irritating conversation with a friend of mine who knows absolutely nothing whatsoever about kickboxing, beyond the fact that I’m involved with it.
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I was surprised I’d never seen Brian De Palma’s 1984 film Body Double until I discovered it available for free-to-air viewing on SBS iView last night. My interest was piqued the night before when I watched Noah Baumbach’s doco De Palma, recommended by a friend.
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‘…On the surface, an intelligible lie; underneath, the unintelligible truth…’
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Milan Kundera.
The protagonist, a blade runner named K, is in love with his AI. She’s essentially a hologram, and in a pivotal scene, she organises a ‘pleasure model’ to come to his apartment so she can merge herself with it in order to make love to him.
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Theme Park at its Darkest 