it blows
I hadn't gone to see a movie at the theater since Sunday September 26, and this past weekend had been too busy with other things, so I got on the AMC app yesterday to see if anything looked worth going to see. I found this movie called Titane that had an interesting concept about a woman with a titanium plate in her head, and had a decently high, mid-seventies MetaCritic score.
Well, I really didn't like it much at all. I didn't even realize it was a French film until the opening credits started, which was fine; I didn't realize it was by the same woman who did the vegetarian-turned-cannibal movie Raw until I got home and looked it up. I'm a little mystified by the number of people who liked this movie, honestly. This woman who suddenly becomes a serial killer shows no sign as to what motivates her to kill, unless we're supposed to assume the plate in her head has something to do with it? The movie never really lets us know.
And then . . . she fucks a car. I mean, as I noted in the review, that was already done once, by Cameron Diaz in The Counselor, although in that one it's more like she fucks a windshield. In this movie, the main character straps in with the seatbelts in the back seat, and the car bounces in such a way to suggest it actually reaches sexual climax. It really borders on camp in that moment. And then, in the second half of the movie. the character somehow successfully disguises herself as a fire chief's long missing son, while at the same time carrying that car's baby to term.
As you can see, it's a very, very weird movie.
I rode my bike yesterday, which I may not be able to do again until Friday. Today and tomorrow we have rain. Thursday depends; I'm scheduled to see No Time to Die with Tracy that day, and the showtime is at 5 p.m. Anyway, I rode the rest of the way home from Pacific Place after the movie, and Shobhit had a delicious dinner ready with a couple of dishes to eat with freshly fried frozen parathas. I finally got to writing the review, and after I had about three paragraphs written, my fucking computer crashed and wiped out all I wrote. I was just lucky I wasn't nearly done with writing it. I need to figure out what the fuck is happening with my computer, as it should not be having so much trouble handling three applications open at once. Shobhit is always convinced it's because I have too many tabs open at once in my browser, but I have even more open constantly on my work computer and I never have the same issues there.
Once the computer was restarted, I miraculously remembered most of those first three paragraphs almost verbatim, and I managed to get the rest of the review written. After that I went out to the living room to watch a couple episodes of season 5 of Schitt's Creek on Netflix with Shobhit before going to bed.
Being a rainy day today, I bused down Pine to 3rd Avenue and then walked the rest of the way. The bus was a few minutes late, picked me up at 6:59. The bus ride was about 10 minutes, the walk through Pike Place and then down Elliott Avenue about 20, and I walked in the door at the office precisely half an hour after boarding the bus, at 7:29. Perfect. The only problem was, and is, how breezy it is today. My new umbrella does make it easier to lower it down almost completely around my head, but the wind still blows up into it, making me feel like I was inside a powerful salon hair dryer. Just with cold air. Hopefully the walk home will be less irritating, but at least at home I won't be as concerned about how much it fucked up my hair. I really need to go get my October haircut soon anyway, and I plan to get it as short, or shorter, than I got it in February 2020. They left it took long after my cut in April of this year.
[posted 12:33 pm]