The mother and the whore

Watch this:



(subtitles NSFW)

then multiply that time length by 26 and you've got what I did tonight. 215 minutes of Post-French New Wave Cinema with that dude (Jean-Pierre Léaud) from all the Godard and Truffaut films that are so horribly sexist. This movie was also so horribly sexist - the women were lifeless will-less beings while Jean-Pierre was a manipulative whiny fop. I think the worst part for me was that some of it was hitting a way too close to home in the "holy shit didn't I recently have this fight" way. Regardless, it was so nice to be at a film event with other people. I didn't feel painfully out of place like I have felt the past several months at music things. I felt comfortable, engaged, excited.

I made sure to not look at my watch because I knew if I checked then I'd probably get restless. It was really nice to see this with three people that know more about cinema combined than most film departments at an arts college know. Helped me get a better insight, but also helped me reconfirm that I'm not a total idiot when it comes to cinema.

When we left we saw one of the 'big' directors (Joe Swanberg) of the mumblecore genre, and giggled about how he was probably taking notes the entire time as this film is so obviously one of the birthing grounds of mumblecore.

Afterwards my 3 pals came over to consume some of the liquor that is still here from my party. We had a good time chatting and debating the rules of scrabble until I nearly had to kick them out because it is way past my bed time. And I get to do it all over again tomorrow with the Korine night. I love these people and I love seeing movies again.