Where you been?
That’s what the one person who reads this blog is dying to know. Well, I’ve just been working on a killer Winter depression for the past few weeks, while temping at the most evil corporation ever, whose name I’ll leave unsaid until I’m finished working there. I got sick last week with a virus and was a wreck, stayed inside for days and grew more and more stir crazy and depressed. Luckily I’ve got a bunch of books by and about David Wojnarowicz to cheer me up, along with the Film Comment selects series at Lincoln Center, where I saw Before I Forget, a thoroughly depressing film about a 60 year old hustler with HIV who’s troubled by his own mortality - what you thought I was going to describe the plot as an espionage thriller? Maybe that would have been more interesting. I’ve also got In Treatment, the Gabriel Byrne therapy show on HBO, which I’m thoroughly hooked on even though it too is like, majorly a bummer. Tomorrow at Film Comment Selects they’re showing Austria’s favorite bleak filmmaker Ulrich Seidl’s latest Import/Export which sounds like it could be even more depressing than his previous feature film Dog Days. Anyone want to join me? My real therapist, recommends I stay active in these bleak days. Let me know.
I know I know, I’m a major drag.
