Short Cuts

Smart Boris: "Bill had just wanted to fuck. Or even to see them naked. On the other hand, it was okay with him if it didn't work out. He never knew what Jerry wanted. But it started and ended with a rock."

Makes sense of that and then talk to me.

And the movie? Powerfully, uh, I don't know. And long. Stylistically it's the complete opposite of everything Raymond Carver did, or wanted to do, or stood for, which is why, I guess, I kept my distance the first time. But somehow the film and its gorgeous, magnificent, dearly dear origins sing pretty much the same dirge: people are fucked up and they hate each other. Then, sometimes, they forget, and they care. And that makes them even more fucked up and hateful. And sad. And trapped.

So will you please be quiet, please?

Slothrop: Slothrop's cock was vertiginously erect for three hours . What a movie! What suffering! What a carnival of sadness! Easily one of the best films Slothrop has seen recently. It's fast and noisy and colorful and people ask too many questions and talk too much, or not enough or about the wrong thing, or in a wrong way, understand too little or not at all, are too sensitive or not sensitive enough and Tom Waits sometimes gets drunk and yells and sings and cries and goes to Hawaii. If Slothrop ever wants to go to the zoo, he now has this movie. 

Lost Highway; Ice Storm; Sex, Lies and Videotape; Short Cuts: what fun it is to be married! Who wants to go to Vegas with Slothy and live the dream? I think the next film will need to lighten the mood a bit. Perhaps Bergman's Scenes from a Marriage?