... you can learn from:
The Box (2009)
Martin: Sir? If you don't mind my asking... why a box?
Arlington: Your home is a box.
Your car is a box on wheels. You drive to work in it.
You drive home in it. You sit in your home,
staring into a box. It erodes your soul, while the box
that is your body inevitably withers... then dies. Whereupon
it is placed in the ultimate box, to slowly decompose.
Martin: It's quite depressing, if you think of it that way.
Arlington: Don't think of it that way...
think of it as a temporary state of being.
I put these anniversaries into my calendar with the intention of maybe re-watching one or two of them before the anniversary arrives but I very seldom do that, because my brain is actually in my ass. It's true. Look it up. Maybe I should start putting these anniversaries into my calendar two weeks early -- the only way anywhere is to hold my ass-brained hand.
Anyway on that note a happy 10 to Richard Kelly's film The Box, which I saw ten years ago and never since. I hated it at the time but I didn't know that me hating it would stop Richard Kelly from ever making another movie ever again, so I kind of regret that hate. Plus I did get to stand a foot away from James Marsden in the flesh at the screening I attended, which I vividly remember down to the molecule here to this day. Way more than the movie, which has like... NASA? And some more wormholes? I don't know.
Ever since those whispers in September that Kelly might come out of retirement (dude is 44) to make a movie about Twilight Zone creator Rod Serling I have been thinking of doing a little Richard Kelly film-fest consisting of that whopping three-picture output of his... wow, that'd take me all of an afternoon. How could I ever manage? I don't know if it's translating onto the page but there is a lot of sarcasm dripping off this post. A lot. I'm in a mood this morning. Hopefully Frank Langella will show up at my door with half his face ripped off and make things interesting.