Just gonna dash off a few thoughts while I try to get this extremely irritatingly timed allergy attack under control.

Damn you, generic Claritin, you’ve failed me again.

Let’s see… it’s a very smart, stylish, and dextrous movie, and I did enjoy watching it, but I can’t recommend it because it all seems very forced, contrived, and way too pleased with itself.

And I mean, the whole thing of having the main character being the screenwriter of the movie you are watching and ending it with him finishing the script is so verydone

I mean, Disney’s done it, for fuck’s sake.

And the way they throw around the word psychopath annoyed me. It was too much of a catchphrase, plus I think the screenwriter thought “psychopath” meant “crazy violent person who kills people”, and it’s far more than that.

But it has its good parts. Tom Waits has a small but memorable role and turns in a solid performance, which pleases me. Some of his performances in movies were… not so good. Which is fine… he’s a musician, not an actor.

But I am happier when not faced with the cognitive dissonance that inevitable ends with me feeling cringe-inducingly ashamed on his sake. Like I am watching a friend butcher a song on American Idol.

Fun fact : he was also good in Wristcutters : A Love Story.

And Christopher Walken is, of course, awesome in it.

Well, time to go, pills are kicking in. (That never stops being fun to say. )

I’ll talk to you nice people later today.