five thousand shades of blue
Monday, October 29, 2001
Didn't have a 'real' weekend, since I worked at the café on Saturday. And a busy Saturday it was too. By the time I left I was exhausted. But Saturday and Sunday were awfully pleasant even if I didn't get anything done. It was a movie kind of weekend. Aside from
Memento on Friday night, we watched
Stargate on Saturday night, and on Sunday we went to go see
Mulholland Drive. There is no really clear way to describe this film, but I think Roger Ebert's review sums it up about as closely as one can possibly get:
"Mulholland Drive isn't like Memento, where if you watch it closely enough, you can hope to explain the mystery. There is no explanation. There may not even be a mystery." Just when you think you've got a handle on what happened, there is one little tiny thing about your theory that throws it into a tailspin. I still can't decide, really, if David Lynch is a sheer genius or the ultimate con artist.
So, I don't feel like I got an hour of my life back. Damn.
Interview tomorrow for temp work for the Christmas holiday. I'm pretty confident they'll hire me. It's not great pay (though better than minimum!), but it will do.
is
this just not enough…?
