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2018-05-21 01:08:30 ET Am watching the movie "Anon" on Netflix. 98% interest match. Netflix seems to know that I don't mind watching movies that match my interests even if they have horrible flaws in them like a terribly muted color palette, a director who doesn't shoot enough angles for the editor to work with, dialog spoken like actors on the verge of a xanax overdose, and stereotypical noir shots spread thicker than frozen butter. But, fuck, it's cyberpunk and filmed in New York. It actually does match what I hoped to watch: A cyberpunk detective film set in what visually looks like the 70s though this one takes place in a visual 1940s/1950s. Still, beggars can't be choosers and the pacing is actually surprisingly good for something that feels like an arthouse flick. I saw a scene with a kid flying a kite. It made me want to write this down. Why? Because kites hold a special significance for me. Ontologically speaking. I remember playing with kites when I was younger. I remember holding it and it felt like it would never fly but then you do the proper moves and it would soar in the air and strain against the string. Seeing a scene of a kid flying a kite reminded me of that. Of the parallel of having an object that you knew would work but every time thati t did it felt almost like magic because, hey, you throw it in the air and it falls right back down. It reminds me of a quote from the Invisibles comic book. Something to the effect of: "It's always a surprise when it works, isn't it?" So, yeah, kites represent that for me. Something that works every time you do the right procedure but something that doesn't seem possible when held in one's hands. Gah, it's hard to explain. Anyways, back to the movie, I need to be up in 4.5 hours. |
