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I Could Be Writing
Jun. 2nd, 2011 11:14 amThings haven't been great the last few days, but they haven't been terrible, either. I have a certain amount of things that need doing, and those things are slowly beginning to fit themselves together. Tuesday night I took a brief nap in the early evening, then was up solidly from 8:00 PM to 6:00 AM, unable to settle--my left foot swelled up (scar tissue in the knee restricts fluid movement sometimes, particularly when it's hot, and the weather has suddenly turned ultra-summery since Monday), thoughts roaming in concentric circles, stuff moving sludgily through my body. All very familiar feelings, unfortunately...can't say I'd missed them.
To distract myself, I watched The Shrine, a low-budget Canadian film that plays somewhat like The Evil Dead without jokes--straightforwardly horrific, moving without any sort of wink-wink nudge-nudge from initial premise (ambitious journalist coerces her photographer BF and a naive intern at her news network into going to Poland with her to investigate a backpacker's disappearance; they end up at the tiny village his diary indicates was his last stop, check out the mysteriously static fog hovering like a slow tornado just inside the forest at the edge of town, and shit goes pear-shaped from there) to a climactic shifting of perspective that I personally found very interesting indeed. The tone is admirably bleak throughout: Though what lives in the fog may be fought--and is, desperately, with everything at the various characters' disposal--it can never be fully defeated. "This is curse, placed on our land from long time ago," a villager tells our surviving protagonist, simply. "It cyannot be undone."
So what else? After a long bout of catch-up sleep last night, I'm still trying to reconcile myself to my To Do list. Tentative nibbles at the new Chapter Three, etc. So I should close.
To distract myself, I watched The Shrine, a low-budget Canadian film that plays somewhat like The Evil Dead without jokes--straightforwardly horrific, moving without any sort of wink-wink nudge-nudge from initial premise (ambitious journalist coerces her photographer BF and a naive intern at her news network into going to Poland with her to investigate a backpacker's disappearance; they end up at the tiny village his diary indicates was his last stop, check out the mysteriously static fog hovering like a slow tornado just inside the forest at the edge of town, and shit goes pear-shaped from there) to a climactic shifting of perspective that I personally found very interesting indeed. The tone is admirably bleak throughout: Though what lives in the fog may be fought--and is, desperately, with everything at the various characters' disposal--it can never be fully defeated. "This is curse, placed on our land from long time ago," a villager tells our surviving protagonist, simply. "It cyannot be undone."
So what else? After a long bout of catch-up sleep last night, I'm still trying to reconcile myself to my To Do list. Tentative nibbles at the new Chapter Three, etc. So I should close.
