i covered most of french cinema, italian, spain, latin and anything worth watching.
we are talking about movies from 19 fucking 20’s.
film noir, avant garde, new wave and whatever you might think of.
i ticked movie after movie and that one movie was always left un-ticked.
probably one of the only movies on my computer.
not too sure what was about it, maybe because of that day or perhaps seemed boring ,
but then again try Playtime of Jaques Tati
(even though extremely annoying, i loved the idea, set up, camera).
Then she came along and i was already bored with cinema.
Not only cinema but i was/am? bored with anything life.
Just feels like a weird twirl sucking me into darkness.
Well, she didn’t help either,
she falls asleep 10 minuted into anything other than Hollywood.
Then tonight,
snuggling in bed,
too lazy to get out and connect up the hard drive,
she says play anything on your laptop.
I could only think of one movie.
Credits come up and i take a look at her,
she’s sound asleep,
no surprises there,
Her chest moving up with every inhale,
The curves of her veins on her neck,
The short, tiny blonde hairs just before her line of hair on her forehead
and i’m pondering to myself
it’s my heart and it’s broken.