THEREFORE, I think I'm going to Connecticut this weekend. It's starting to get cold out and I want to go there before all of the trees turn colors. I know this is a bit of a pipe dream but maybe I'll go sit out by the pool and read or sleep or drink various boxed wines with the ol' grammy, and if I have to wear three sweaters and a Northface to keep it hawt, so be it.
Anyway, watched a little bit of the German expressionist version of Dracula in film class today, which was kind of terrifying, and we're watching the Cabinet of Dr. Caligari tomorrow. It's difficult to watch silent films in this day and age and try to appreciate them for what they were and not what they are. I wonder whether filmmakers around the time of F.W. Murnau, if they had the same capabilities we have today, would have still made their films the same way. I love how jilted and bizarre everything sort of turns out just due to the shoddy (in our standards) equipment they had to work with, the more primitive framing ideals, etc etc etc. I don't know much about film but I think I'm starting to love it.
Speaking of film, please please please watch whatever clips you can find of The Room by Tommy Wiseau.
