Sloth, Maybe?

  On Sunday, February 26th, my wife indulged my fondest wish for the beginning of the moviegoing year.   We went to see the much ballyhooed Cocaine Bear . Now I have seen two films this year prior to Cocaine Bear.   There was the three hour epic Avatar: The Way of Water .   I went into the theater for that film with great trepidation.   I had had my fill of three hour epics since Avengers: End Game and wanted no more of it.   However, I had been surprised by how well James Cameron mapped out the flora, fauna, astronomy, and culture of the various tribes of Na’vi of the moon of Pandora.   It is a lower tier Middle Earth, but it had me ask questions of the clash of cultures and how our own local astronomy helped mold our cultures and psyches. Wait, was I talking about Cocaine Bear ?   One more digression. Todd Field’s film TÁR , the tale of the rise and fall of a fictitious musical conductor played by Cate Blanchett is another exploration into an e...

Whenever I've finished a day of meditation, writing, exercising, writing some more, dozing off, and not wanting to write anymore, I will settle down on the couch and pick a film to watch until the missus gets home. And the films are almost always creepy. By creepy films, I don't mean horror classics like Nosferatu , or more recent class acts like The Descent (which came out in 2006 so you can see how far out of the loop I am).  I mean films with plots and characters and a particular atmosphere which mesmerizes me and leads me through a grand tour of the worst people humanity has to offer. I suppose it began in the winter of 1992 when I saw Saló, The 120 Days of Sodom on VHS.  I was a lonely young fellow.  I had no girlfriend.  I took classes in college that had no fungible use in the job market.  I was laid off of every part time job I took on because there were people who were smarter and worked harder than me.  So one day at the local RKO Video store I h...