...and they kill people.

they don't make 'em like they used to.

tron

 i've been talking about tron a lot recently.

 most (no, all) people think i'm crazy because of it.

but i know what they're missing out on.

herzog

i might just be having a minor obsession with werner herzog right now. if you haven't seen grizzly man or fitzcaraldo, your life is, in fact, incomplete. i'm also dying to see i'm still here (out tomorrow!).

io sono l'amore

go and see i am love. right now.

genius(es)

young patrick, ky and i ventured blindly down to elephant and castle yesterday. we bravely tackled the insane double round-a-bout and nonsensical subway system all for the great reward of the stanley kubrick archives.

out of so much (too much) information, i chose to look at a rough draft of nabokov's script for lolita, with kubrick's markings and pages and pages of notes. it was wonderful to see. so different from the finished product. and a reconfirmation of the genius of both men (but especially nabokov). 

an example : 

(stage directions) As if on cue, Quilty appears, crawling, blood-splattered, at the head of the stairs and subsides forever in a purple heap.