V and I went to the Grudge II as an effort to drive away the outside world. The theater was all but empy so we pulled up our hoods and watched between fingers and squealed at will. I think the last horror movie I'd seen in the theater was Scream. The scary things were so beautiful that I didn't want to cover my eyes -- only my ears for the crick crick crack sound that was so scary. And the pacing of the two narratives was intermeshed really well so that rest from tension gradually became points of even greater tension. And now it's cold and rainy and I'm going to go get coffee and think about reading and grading and reading some more.
Someone I know carved a pumpkin into a buddha. Sometimes all I want to do is facilitate seasonal fun.
About Me
- Megan Savage
- Portland, Oregon, United States
- Although this blog does not represent the bulk of the writing I do, I see it as a place for me to track and sometimes theorize the nodes of kinetic, aesthetic, political, cerebral or affective energy that come into contact with my "self" in the various collisions and exchanges that constitute the course of my everyday life. That is to say, this ain't always good writing, but it's not supposed to be. It's process, baby.
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