MOVIE

I watched Jim Jarmusch’s The Limits of Control last night. Cinematic. Minimalist. Po-mo.

The old men in my village used to say, “Everything changes by the color of the glass you see it through.” Nothing is true. Everything’s imagined.

It’s a slow-moving, philosophical glimpse into the life of a nameless assassin played by Isaach de Bankolé. There’s not much action and not much dialogue, but lots of beautiful cinematography. I recommend it.

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BOOK

I recently finished The Raw Shark Texts (the title is apparently a play on Rorschach Tests). Lovely. Mysterious. Mind-bending. Thought-provoking. It brought back memories of the Griffin and Sabine books and brought to mind several movies: Being John Malcovich, The Fisher King, and Stay. Highly recommended.

I’m currently reading Jean Paul Sartre’s Nausea and Charles Harper Webb’s Hot Popsicles. Here’s a snippet from Webb’s prose poem “Consciousness”:

“Your gut’s too big,” Eve told Adam.
God saw His own paunch, and winced.
“Don’t climb that tree—you’ll break your leg!” Adam told Eve, and God felt the fragility of His limbs.
“Sometimes I think you’re adorable; other times, I want to slap you,” Eve told Adam, and God realized he felt that way about Satan.

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MUSIC

I don’t often listen to dance music, but I’ve been listening to Freeland’s “Under Control” a lot lately. Weeee!

But sadly, I’m not sure the music video passes the Miracle Whip test*.
Compare:

* The Miracle Whip test is basically this: does the video remind me of this “edgy” Miracle Whip commercial? If it does, it fails. It’s not any cooler than Miracle Whip.

Thanks to ovalpod for drawing my attention to this commercial.