Finished watching S:3 of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (2017– )

Best yet on so many levels.

Watched Animals (2019)

Apparently this isn’t as good as the book, but as I haven’t read the book, it seemed alright to me. Is it wrong to admit it stirs a kind of nostalgia in me? Apparently we all age out of hedonism but a part of wishes we didn’t. Must be new year making me feel melancholic.

Watched The Quake (2018)

This film fudges stuff, the way these kinds of films do sometimes, but it’s as good as anything you might find produced by Hollywood. Alienated father tries to save his kids when he realises the next big earthquake will hit Oslo. All kinds of city destroying mayhem ensues.

Watched all three episodes of Don’t F**k with Cats: Hunting an Internet Killer (2019–2019)

This is as much intriguing who-done-it as it is a critique of infamy in the age of the internet. Life imitating a reimagining of a movie. The most interesting thing about it, apart the the expertly constructed narrative, is the feelings of culpability you’re left with. We’re implicated in the crimes because we’re interested in the crazy intelligence that committed them. The outsider or criminal is the measure of our own integration into the world. They are the other we use to define ourselves; I’m part of this because I’m not that. What’s more interesting is the question it confronts you with; what will I sacrifice to stop feeding the beast of infamy? My guess is probably not very much. It is to our eternal shame that we need them as much as they need us, but for very different reason.

Watched Ad Astra (2019)

A melancholic examination of loss and pain, duty and belief, and what it is to be human. It borrows somewhat from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. A man goes to the farthest reaches of the universe in search of the truth, in this case his father, and realises truth is in the people we hold dearest.