Suffering through embarrassing moment after embarrassing moment in kickball helps remind myself that I am very unathletic, and that it’s probably the main reason I never played any sports that required actual athleticism. I keep going back to golf and bowling for the obvious reason that they’re usually played by overweight middle-aged men. That didn’t come off sounding as reassuring as I thought it would.
I saw Charlie Kaufman’s latest film, Synecdoche, New York, and I think I need to see it again to make sense of the mindfuck that I witnessed. The Onion actually used the word “mindfuckery” in their review of the movie, and so I thought that gave me license to use “mindfuck” in mine. In fact, I was going to use the word “oeuvre” in place of “latest film,” but then I found out it doesn’t mean what I thought it did. Sadness.
The movie is a lot more like Adaptation than his other films, in that the main character is again sort of a mirror of Kaufman himself, and lots of talk of death and dying and wanting to be beautiful. There were some very quirky elements in the film which I’m convinced aren’t there just for the sake of being quirky because I know Kaufman, and he doesn’t go for cheap thrills like that. I can’t even say if I like the film or not. Gimme another week or two and ask me then.
Know what I haven’t had in a long time, and can’t even remember what it tastes like anymore? Orange Julius. I may have to go on a hunt to find some, and then compare it to Orange Bang and act as judge, jury, and delicicutioner.