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TODAY, 25 NOV
The Last Duel
Drama · 2h 32min.
It is Thanksgiving and I'm pretty sure I'm going to be grateful for this movie as the trailers look so good it's got me wondering how it's going to play out for 150 minutes..
cue the music...
https://youtu.be/dS4iCLsMpYQ
So this morning I hauled the last of the trash from the garage/family estate house/lot. Just a stack of CDs and a box of stamps and little else to grab, there's a drum kit in the mini shed, might leave it there but my kid wants some of it so will probably get the snare, bass pedal drum and high hat. Leave the rest. Then scrubbed the shower floor with a roll of steel wool my mother conveniently left behind. Fricking Tennants were so grubby had to do it myself. Will probably sugar soap a little this weekend and spend one more night there on the hardwood floors. Back in the day Winston Churchill (not his real name), Goebbels and Hendrix (not their real names) would arm ourselves with pliers and crush fleas one by one, when we were thirteen or fourteen roughly. Bloody fleas.
The judge today was a woman. I'd describe female Australian magistrates as being like the cats in this popular Australian tv commercial:
https://youtu.be/JzHPOl7j_rs
As judges they're snappier than men. As women they're generally feline.
She was acting like her and the public prosecutor are like Ridley Scott and some shit hot acting coach that will be sure to elicit a guilty verdict from me. I'm using the 'your so called photo of me holding my cell phone looks like I'm eating licorice defence'. They know it and snappy Tom (asina) would know I mean business coz I told her i was hoarse and I'm happy to talk to Santa Claus at the shopping mall. I do like a good court case and anyway I need to get into character for dragging the skin surrounding the vagina I 'married' to Family Court. I'm going to start filing myself. Fuggen shluts everywhere cunts. Some abbo lady walked past the Alvarez estate house in the ghetto this morning saying to her abbo guy buddy, 'why you following me around cunt? F*ck off!'.
People have hard hearts. That's one of the hardest things in life to come to terms with. I think it's the main reason children cry apart from their wounded pride or fakery/manipulation.
Well I'm mindful of Hamlet's words about the mouse trap actors and how he marvelled at their ability to cry and put on airs. I know exactly how he felt. Gonna jump into my car soon and quick ride up the road to Avalon. Brought my daughter Zara to see my mechanic Matt today also. He said to replace the rear two tires, they're coming on five years old. I bought the car in late 2016, had moved in with Hendrix for a few months, sans fleas. Never told him I actually bought the car. The Mrs started ranting, oh a gypsy fortune teller said I'd die in a white car. What a total dumb bitch. Just had enough of her dumb ass. Would rather marry Ben Affleck and that wouldn't be appealing either. Anyway Hendrix saw that new car I bought when staying at his crib.... but only like two months ago, for the first and only time, complemented it. Was surprised to hear him say they put him on crazy pills. Seems everyone's on crazy pills these days, or anti depressants. Kids on ritalin. I just want to sail the world before I die. Across the oceans in my sailboat. And catch the occasional good movie.
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Moments later, I was pretty happy with that movie, it's what I expected. You see Julia Roberts and George Clooney hanging out in Sydney a bit, I might write out some ideas for them in a bit.
You have to wonder about that Marguerite character, well actually I guess you don't because it was mediaeval times, if her hubby had lost the duel then they were just going to burn her alive. We live in pretty comfortable times when you think about it. This Avalon sure is a nice area. I wonder sometimes about the folks here. I gave a cab ride to some Avalon girls like ten years ago and their talk would make a sailor blush, to use an expression. Just young girls, probably with really rich families. I never heard girls in my hometown, no matter how young and slutty, talk like that. Even if everyone looks down on them as mediaeval white trash. That's funny.
I never really cared much about these mediaeval times. I don't know this King Charles VI was really that way but I think the depictions were fairly plausible. I found Charlemagne interesting. Sometimes I feel a faint curiosity about Bill Clinton and Charlemagne, were they similar characters?
One of the guys I work with was telling me yesterday I think, how his mother from Sydney wherever sent him to stay with the grandmother in Rockhampton and he ended up in a majority abbo town and the abbos were terrifying him so much he peed his pants in class he was too scared to go out and pee.
And God knows I shared the story about the time in China in Shandong. Me and two American women were working in the same elementary school. If me and at least one of these American women would leave the kids restroom in the schoolyard, some crazy kid would wait for us, when we least expected it, clasp two hands together and boom, stick their finger up your butthole. Sons of bitches. That's the only time I needed to be en garde for a repeat.
It's quite cozy here by the back exit of the cinema. Four vertical glass panes high, about a metre each. About six wide, including the indented doorway.
I guess I feel lonely. I guess I never let it bother me much. Another movie is playing, it started with that downtown song, then loud movie noises. Maybe I should walk in and watch it. It's already plenty loud as it is. Really I don't like watching movies much anymore, even on tv.
Life kind of seems meaningless, depressing as that sounds, I don't mean it in a depressing way. I mean I've been doing a lot of counselling lately, and I don't really feel depressed. I feel kind of autistic. It's been a lot of years now spending a lot of time with my kids, you'd think that's a good father spending all that time with his kids, and that was nice if they momma to facilitate that. But it reached a point where I feel like we have maxed out and I'm happy to withdraw. Maybe when they get hormones things will get more interesting. I don't know, things now seem ok just seeing them on the weekend. I'm happy to be alone. I think I'm happy. One time I went to San Francisco with this American guy Billy. He was kind of like Matt Damon's character in this movie! Normally Matt Damon's movie character's I find quite bland but this French knight guy kind of acted like Billy. I met Billy in Sofia in July 2004. I had just come from that Chinese elementary school just mentioned. Billy was in the peace corps and was chummy with another Californian there, like Billy, who was saying he had a really flash apartment on the bay in San Francisco with his girlfriend and now was pissing in the corner in his apartment in Sofia. We were sitting by a public swimming pool one day that summer, the three of us and I was telling them I liked Californians as they had sunny dispositions (that's true). They liked that, and they looked at the rest of America as backwards. I understand that. Yeah Billy and five other guys and one very pretty girl, that was our troupe for one weekend in San Francisco.
You look at this Scarlet Johansen. She lives in Paris, although I think she goes elsewhere like Sydney or wherever to make her movies. I think she's very happy there with her husband. That's a funny city. One of my lawnmowing customer's has a French husband. And the Hammer guy, Joe, he's listed on the Francois Harding album as the guitarist, he's married to a French lady too. I was in love with a French girl once, in Paris. She was very pretty. She had some kind of lesbian girlfriend maybe or she wanted a threesome or to make me jealous. I know she liked me because we went on a date together and I could see she was willing to play baseball. She looked so pretty to me I thought I'd fall head over heels for her and never want to leave her so I just refrained. My sister told me once a few months before she suicided, when she'd already been fired from her dream job and was falling apart, how sorry she was she'd dropped me on my head as a baby (on accident). And I mentioned the hardest hit, the abbo that slammed a veritable log on my crown, boom. Blood spurted out and the concussion lasted days.
Wow this movie sounds like hell. The one I'm overhearing. That was pretty messed up in the movie I just saw how that French king started rooting for one of those knights to kill the other, I would have directed that crowd watching a little differently, they were certainly more subdued, most of them.
I borrowed a book from church, a Christian perspective on Buddhism. I say I never especially liked mainstream Christianity but now I'm second guessing. Even if you accept the law of eternal return the way Nietzsche lays it out. I mean I don't know, I take the people I meet at church as they come, based on conversations we have based on the Bible, they all have their own social lives that may or may not overlap.
Gee this Avalon has its appeal for me, apart from the tarty slut girls. The whole area is like a Malibu or something like that. It's the last place you'd expect to be assaulted by an abbo. I like the entire area from Mona Vale, north. Beautiful. The other day like yesterday or the day before, I went to swap over with a bus driver mid route and we saw an unfortunate, down on his luck looking chap. Now that I'm apart from my horrible spouse, I feel more compassionate for losers and less like a bloodthirsty murderer, surprise to say. This chap presented a comical figure at first, somewhat clownlike. At first it seemed laughable but in a keep it to yourself way as you're feeling more compassionate lately. But then the other bus driver was dismounting and in a surly mood and disdainful. Perhaps his wife was charging a heavy price for occasional sex and listening to her horrible mouth bully him around also making him feel surly and upset. He felt much less compassion towards the tragic comical looking guy.
Anyway getting back to Clooney and Roberts, you never really see them tap into their dark side much. Both of them always look kind of comfortable
This Roberts and the other one look like they could have some Spanish passion in their souls but you don't see it much. Some of these Hollywood movies, even when it's like Oliver stone's Alexander the great, they're all looking so well ironed and we'll groomed and fresh from their trailers. Maybe Spanish passion isn't so good, there's a pretty big cruel streak in the Spanish from what I can see. Maybe arab passion.
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