The Importance of Being Idle

The Last Thing We Need Is A Bunch Of Horny Robots Around Here!

I know I've said all this before, I know we've heard it all before, but dammit I have got to find something to do with my life, something vaguely worthwhile. I have got to admit that, much as I want her to, my princess isn't going to come and rescue me. In fact, she can't, nothing she could do would save me, nothing anybody can do would save me. I need to rescue me. I don't know what, I don't know how, I don't know anything other than that I have to do something. This is of course, exactly where we started, and to be honest, exactly where I've always been. I wonder, vaguelly, where this started, what there is in me and my upbringing that makes me like this, but I know it doesn't really matter. Understanding where it came from isn't anywhere near as important as confronting the here and now. I'm not saying there's no advantage in understanding where this came from, after all its strongly possible that whatever is going on will continue to go on, so finding out why it goes on would be useful. All I'm saying is that its best if I avoid the temptation to sit and think and work things out, cos y'know, I will take it and that won't get me anywhere at all. I'm not saying this wil be easy, in fact I know it'll be hard, and slow, and there'll be setbacks, cock-ups, failures and just days when I don't give a fuck. But let's give it a try eh?
My day today was... long. This morning was oddly depressing, and this afternoon I watched The Devils Rejects, which is Rob Zombie's follow up to House of a 1000 Corpses. Now I've not seen House..., but I have to say I enjoyed DR. I'll admit, that given the hype surrounding it I expected it to go further than it did, from a gore and sadism point of view. It was just pretty pedestrian American horror cinema stuff really. What I did like about the movie was the turn-around in the third act, when the killers are suddenly in the position their victims have been in, hunted by someone who wants not just to kill them, but to make it slow and very personal. Much like yesterdays Alexander experience, I'm not really sure I'm the most impartial judge of such things, cos I'm something of a fan of the whole redneck killer sub-genre, so I am predisposed to like it, and will accept its faults as simply the limitations of the genre.
My movie reviews have been a bit shite of late though, haven't they? They're all "yeah, its alright". Whether that indicates that I've been watching a lot of mediocre films lately, or whether my emotional state is so withdrawn that I'm not really connecting with anything is hard to tell. Music is still moving me, so let me take the opportunity to recommend My Morning Jacket, whose quiet excellent tune "I Will Sing You Songs" has been filling my head for much of the day.

posted by BadMonkey @ 11:37 PM