Soooooo.... who's seen There Will Be Blood yet? I know, I know, it's only open in very "select" cities... which is BUNK, I say. I wanna talk about it with people! People other than my reflection and mostly incoherent half-awake ramblings in the comments of TFE. Hrm. Like Nat, I agree that it's one to stew upon. Seeing it again, very soon, isn't a terrible idea. Hell, it's an idea that makes me excited. Like... can I watch it right now? Over my bowl of Golden Grahams and bottle of Gatorade and without socks on? Leaving the house... urgh. But there are so many reasons to leave the house. Smiley Face is playing... The Orphanage is playing... but then I've got the Twin Peaks box-set next to the DVD player here at home, staring at me.
Ho ho, yes this is rambling. I think I've slipped into the netherworld of lay-about-ed-ness that comes with holing up over a long holiday. Besides the boyfriend I haven't seen another person (sans strangers) for days now. We're probably gonna go all Shining soon. My next blog entry will possibly be nothing but "All play and no work makes Jason a dull boy" over and over. Something to look forward to...
Sure Lloyd, I'd love a drink!
Ahem. There Will Be Blood. It's been awhile since I've left a theater so exhilarated. I was wondering, looking back on the year as one is wont to do as New Years approaches, if anything was going to knock me out. Jesse James came the closest. But this... this is the one. I'm so glad... so thankful, you might say... that Paul Thomas Anderson is doing what he's doing. Call me an unabashed fan-boy of his if you will... because I am. This thing just got better and better as it steamrolled along. And that ending... goosebumps. One for the record books.