The Blog In Yellow

I was thinking today that life is okay. I have a job where I'm appreciated for the bare minimum I do. I have people whom I can recognize and are friendly. If there's a resident who's bad, I don't have to worry about them for long. They'll leave soon. I get all the time to play and research I want. I should be more thankful. This isn't bad at all.

I had another dream about Stephen King. This time I met him in a line for dinner and he told me it was an honor to meet. He told ME it was an honor to meet. What a dream.

I'm secure in my job but there have been ones that I've applied for that would not fit me. Recently, I've started watching old episodes of Storage Wars. Despite my hatred of "reality" TV, shows about antiques always pique my interest. What i wouldn't give to go through Lovecraft's storage locker. The show is dull now but back in the day I was addicted to this show. 9i even tried to apply for jobs at storage facilities, a type of job that would not suit me with all it's labor.

There's something I want to creat. Something inside me that feels different than the other stuff people put out there. Maybe it's ego but I feel like my stuff is different. But the moment I put finger to keys, the stuff inside becomes soiled. Like the process of transition spoils the work. I don't know what it is but I'll do some searching to find out. Maybe my stuff isn't as special as I thought and I don't mean that in a bad way. It just seems to blend with the other stuff I've read when I pull it out.

Of course it had to happen while i was working. Sweat down my face, no computer in front of me. I can't do anything so I panic. Usually about my writing future or something else out of my hands. I forget that this job is part of my purpose too. That paying my bills until I become a writer is part of the work. I shouldn't be down on myself, I should be proud I'm not on the street. And the attacks, they go away like the tides. 

After Nosferatu I'd thought I was movied out but I had room for one more film for the night. The same friend that watched Egger's new film watched West World with me. Delos: the park where nothing can go wrong. Nothing can go wrong. Nothing can-can-c... Written and directed by the great but often forgotten Michael Crichton, the film has visitors experiencing the wild West, ancient Rome or the Medieval ages all inhabited by robots who will do anything you want. Of course something goes wrong but I love Crichton's style of hinting at problems and showing rather than telling. There's a line where the scientist state that they are unsure how the robots work. A statement that leads to their doom. There's also the scene where the park workers gather the robots each night to repair the damage done by customers. It's this subtle input that makes the movie great. The film really goes all in to make you feel like you're watching a park from the future. But at no point...

I'll have more to say after I digesting this film. I've been into Robert Eggers films since his The Witch movie and The Lighthouse is still one of my favorite horror films. So I was excited when I heard Bill Skaarsguard would be playing the titular vampire and he did not disappoint. The movie is filled with Gothic imagery and Victorian scenes almost to the point of absurdity. That's the key here, I caught a couple laughs in the audience and I laughed myself. Not because it was bad but more so at the oppressing feel of the film that anything that lightened the mood felt like a relief. I have a rule about horror films and it's that you almost never show the monster until the end and Eggers follows it perfectly. Only at the end do we see the hideous makeup Bill had to wear to portray a rotting corpse from Hell. I wasn't scared which is usually a knock on a film but I was so drawn into the great shots and the setting that I didn't have time to let the scares sink in...