Movies

No seriously.  Since, in addition to wearing carefully selected hipster apparel and glaring at anyone who dares rent a feature involving Vin Diesel, my job requires that I actually watch movies, I have taken liberal advantage of my free rentals at Rain City Video (that was a lot of clauses - sorry).  Especially since I can only sit in the dark reading Camus for so long before my eyes start to give out.  

This summer, I've watched a lot of Lynch (Mulholland Dr. still makes no fucking sense, I don't care what anyone says - Twin Peaks, however, is sweet, sweet melodramatic murder mystery goodness) and a lot of Bergman (between that and the Camus, it's impressive that I haven't tried to off myself yet).  However, my most satisfying movie-watching experience of this summer comes down to a tie between Raising Arizona and Repo Man.  The former is delightful Coen brothers mayhem, and, I think, their best comedic work to date (ok, maybe it's not funnier than The Big Lebowski and it's definitely not as quotable, but it's still really hilarious).  I hadn't seen it for a couple years, and if you haven't, I really recommend it.  The latter features a generous helping of Emilio Estevez rarely seen outside the Mighty Ducks movies or, say, The Breakfast Club.  If that's not enough for you, perhaps the aliens, neutron bombs, and hippie-bashing will draw you in.  

And, if your taste leans more to documentaries (or, just something that wasn't made in the 1980s), everyone loves movies about Donkey Kong.  Or the hyphy movement.  

In other news, there are no words for how profoundly bored I am.