holy shit that movie was a dirty ass mindfuck on ecstasy

Well no, it was overall boring. but the aftershocks!

Under the presumption we were doing a chick flick night, me and virginia picked up "A Christmas Tale" (Un conte de Noël). Branded as a charming family flick with a quirky cast, I was smoothly sailing to a night of mindless vapidity. Rave reviews screamed "Magical!" "Enchanting!", and we were gullible little suckers. It was a french movie, so I guess you could say we were properly warned.

Shit was crrrrrrrazy. 3 hours of psychosomatic character analysis puts one in a pretty shaken up state. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone, because the movie required extreme patience and sincere interest in abstraction. BUT FUCK WAS IT WORTH IT!

Families are so interesting. Whether they're traditional, nuclear, nuclearly reactive, or friends...they all take on a type of character. The movie portrayed a family, and it was so organic and confusing. And the whole time you were second guessing whether the filmmakers were mental retards or brilliant geniuses. It was interesting, boring, intense and frustrating, one fell swoop.

Ok its 3am, I'm not sleeping, and I love it

I'm not high, not drugged up, not in a state of fleeting but gnawing regret over a night of folly

I'm in love with life, the cinema, and the power to STILL connect with creators of artish things
I hate abstraction in real life though. As if having the capacity to converse with the people who make these things I love would ruin its mystereeee.