I begin my attempt today to entertain myself through this blog for 31 consecutive days. In the past when I have attempted this, it was all to the end of getting a rhythm going, a schedule for writing. I work so many hours during the week that it is never a priority for me to write when in all actuality, I should spend most of my time doing it. So I'm going to attempt this yet again. I succeeded once and failed miserably once.
As with most beginnings in my life, I am going to charge forward by grasping what's past with white knuckles. In that spirit, here's a list of things I did last month. Firstly, the films I watched in April:
Red Headed Woman (1932)
Waterloo Bridge (1931)
The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (2012)
Violeta Went to Heaven (2011)
Baby Face (1933)
Pretty in Pink (1986)
Swimming to Cambodia (1987)
Chicken with Plums (2012)
Five Broken Cameras (2012)
Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex But Were Afraid to Ask (1972)
Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid (1982)
Django Unchained (2012)
This is 40 (2012)
Natural Selection (2012)
Stardust Memories (1980)
His Girl Friday (1940)
Seven Psychopaths (2012)
Discerning readers might note that since January (also, since I've been keeping track of which films I watch via a google doc) I have watched 98 films. I tried to shove in two more to even out the number but I'll get there. I don't have a specific goal in mind but I already feel like I have learned so much from watching the films I've watched. For example, I find myself able to tell when a film tries too hard to be something it thinks it wants to be (Violeta Went to Heaven) or when a film is strangely stylized to within an inch of its life yet still manages to come off completely sincere (Hipsters). I'm starting to appreciate that it is entirely possible to be more captivated by an hour and change long monologue by a brilliant writer and speaker (Swimming to Cambodia) than it is to actually care about three hours' worth of magical creatures walking alongside mountains (The Hobbit...why is that shit 3 hours long??) In addition, it is actually possible for Judd Apatow to completely miss the mark (This Is 40) which was odd to realize since I generally really like most things he does. Oh well, as I've said a million times before, I'm not a film critic but I think if you watch enough films you start to formulate strong wheat from chaff separators. For whatever it's worth, the best one out of this particular list, for me, was Five Broken Cameras.
April wasn't terribly exciting for me. A cursory thumbing through my trusty Moleskine (big ups to my brother who works there) tells me that I did an assload of yoga this month. I also got day drunk on wine and champagne at Nancy and Jon's house which was so much fun that I keep angling to do it again.
I went out on a date which, if I"m going by my date's inaction following the (non)date, wasn't actually a date but rather a thing that has no name. I need to invent a name for events like this. Confusameets?
I had to buy a new windshield for my car and that happened to be on the same day the city of Boston shut down for a dramatic manhunt so I did spend quite a bit of time in front of the television.
Is this what it has already come to on the FIRST day of blog every day May? Me telling you I watched television? Lord help me. Lord help us all.
And that's about it. Oh wait, here's a song about April, just because: