science fiction bullshit disaster: my life in film.

(Today I watched two American films while I was recovering from the flu.)

The film, "Over The Edge" is an indictment of suburbanization that resonates even more today than upon its initial release in 1979. It has increased in popularity over time, through its availability and exposure. Junior high, shitty suburbs, hash, acid, beer, rock music, sex and rebellion. It's as good a film as you'll ever see. That's that.

Terminator 2: Judgement Day is an apocalyptic ballet of gargantuan explosions and cyborg death matches. It really makes the best of its billion dollar budget and hundreds of dead stuntmen. Trying to stop the future is hard. And makes for a good story.


Look. Being bedridden with swine flu has apparently seeped through my skull and corroded my brain. It has caused me to do a bunch of fucking asshole things like critiquing a film real loud in my head, quelling that goddamn notion by writing it all down, then submitting it to the shadowy abyss of the internet. Now I'm staring into this strange screen where I can write stories while checking basketball scores and chatting with my 4th grade teacher.
The internet. The audience that may or may not be. A million eyes or perhaps just one, an eye patched pedophile, may read anything anyone ever does on this deal. That's quite a range of possiblity. The be all, end all possible-audience machine. We've beaten science fiction in a footrace and we're not slowing down for anybody. It's stupid, it's heartwrenching, it's full of shit. And here I am.

Oh well, I've blamed myself enough. Those string pulling dickheads are the reason for the season and I hope they all get theirs. These films sure ignited something.
Over The Edge bleeds escape and rebellion.
T2 features man and machine coming together to fuck with time and murder the apocalyptic future. And it stars the governor of California, the failed state I love and defend and currently witness burning alive.
It really is too bad Arnold Schwarzeneggar couldn't have died after the filming of Terminator 2 in 1991. No "Junior." No "Collateral Damage." And most importantly, no governorship. He wouldn't have to be the face for the bullshit disaster we've all been buried in. It'd probably just be some other rich asshole who sucks.

All that acid jazz aside, these are fucking good movies. And they are truly inspirational testaments when mixed with cold medication and seething anger. Fuck swine flu, I think I'm suffering from dementia.

I know I should have taken an extra dose of Nyquil and just shut the fuck up. I could have just fallen asleep and dreamed about something weird and psychedelic like fly-fishing with Louis Armstrong on the River Styx. And then kept it to myself and went on and got well. But it's all I had today.

Bad times coming down and two films to help me wait it all out.