So much has happened since I last wrote.
Since I last really wrote.
The world has changed.
Donald Trump is President.
And the effort to oust him continues.
But I still support him.
At first glance, a daft filmic gesture.
Taken again, a poignant slow-boiler.
And finally I watched the whole thing.
On the third try.
It’s like making a hazelnut blonde latte.
You put the hazelnut.
Pump-specific for size.
And you pull your shots of espresso.
And midway through, you realize you are pulling regular shots.
So you start over.
And you make the drink the second time.
And you hand it off.
And the drink comes back.
It wa sup be ic.
All these fucking abbreviations.
Like being a part of the “intelligence community”.
So you make this same pitiful beverage a third time.
And by now you are woefully behind on the assembly line.
Once behind, there is very little chance of catching up.
You will catch up.
Or fall over dead.
And probably no one will care either way.
This is Lady Bird.
Shitholes masquerading as metropolises.
Greta Gerwig did a good job.
I ripped her to shreds the first time I saw her mise-en-scène.
Like a fucking JV football coach blocking The Tempest on a chalkboard.
But, as we know, each film is its own language.
Each auteur, or metteur en scène (as the case may be), is a Rosetta Stone.
Bleeding from one translation to another.
Along the gnarled edge pulled from from the Nile.
Trump is hard-pressed on every side.
And what is this #QAnon business?
Is it real?
I hope so.
Yet it’s terrifying.
The whole enchilada.
You work your balls off.
Are you happy?
Yeah, me neither.
And then you get to a place in life where you have no friends.
But no friends.
And you feel like a failure to have let down your family.
But maybe you came back for them.
You lazy Messiah, you.
You laid it all on the table…the altar.
Hammered to the sacrifice plane.
And also, you were really dumb.
But it is an idiot-savant dumbness.
I have a Master’s degree.
And a really specialized bachelor’s degree.
And the two together put me in position to do…just about nothing.
I could find that job.
But it wouldn’t be here.
But let’s talk about drugs.
I have hung on.
Fucking horrible shift.
God damn it.
Don’t get me started at this late hour.
This elderly midnight.
“Time to make the donuts.”
I watch a film, and then I write about it.
Except that it hasn’t happened in a long time.
Because my job is a shock to the senses.
It is a brutal concatenation of events which beat upon my body and soul.
And my PSYCHE!
Laziness gets no exercise.
Work gets exercise.
Work gets stress.
It is a tradeoff.
And so I humbly pray to God.
That God will send me friends.
That love has not passed me by forever.
That my mind will be healed.
That my body will be strengthened.
That i will find the will to make difficult choices.
Which lead to health and happiness.
It is uphill.
I am not young like Lady Bird.
I’m a failure.
“I been all around the world, boys…”
What does life hold for me?
What does tomorrow hold?
Can I get out of fucking bed?
Will my joints ache as much as they usually do?
What’s the point?
What’s the plan?
Must rest to continue.
Must have hope to continue.
Where’s the hope?
I need hope.
I am a religious man.
And so I ask God, here among witnesses, to grant me hope.
I ask that my method be acceptable.
I believe in God.
And I feel the Spirit with me now.
I am scared.
I don’t know what the next day brings.
I don’t know which way to steer my ship.
And so I ask for Divine intervention.
That still-small voice.
Lord, help me to know.
Where to go.
Help me in my weakness.
Shore up my deficiencies.
Make your power evident in my poverty.
Coup and countercoup.
Q is the countercoup.
Assuming it’s real.
And a life.
I am here.
I can watch films.
When my brain allows.
But I know that in order to keep going, I need a miracle.
What will it be?
I have no idea.
I ask, Lord, that you have mercy upon me.
I ask that you comfort me and give me guidance.
I come to your feet humbly.
This is an excellent movie.
Saoirse Ronan is great here.
It is a poignant story by Greta Gerwig.
May we all be richly blessed by the Creator.
I pray this is Jesus’ name.