Oh well, yes: the festival has begun. It's almost 2 a.m. and I'm not partying out there, but home, trying to get some sleep, so the party can be carried out tomorrow. Maybe.
I wasn't surprised that after an exercise on Wednesday, the sleep didn't come that quickly. But it wasn't bad, managed to get some 6-7 hours of sleep nevertheless. Thursday was "rough" on a film watching side: saw three films - and none of them was bad! [Pina, Poliss & La piel que habito] I guess that and the fact that I haven't watched that many films sort of contributed to the restlesness that didn't give me more than 5 hours of sleep at the most. But it's ok, because watching films is like watching Dreams most of the time. And like Dreams, they are either good or bad, nice or uncomfortable. From Monday to Wednesday all my Dreams were both exciting and very uncomfortable. They started good, but ended at me being in trouble. Just like the best of films.
Today felt bad from the start and I was crumpy from the lack of sleeping. That's not news though, but I felt bad for the people I had to deal with anyway. Saw Gus Van Sant's Restless after midday - except the end, because the film "burned" which in this digital age means that the coding keys go bad/old/non-valid. Booooring. I want to see the film burn, if something has to be the problem. I guess Annabel died. And maybe Enoch survided.
Watching Drive tonight set me on a familiar, excited festive mood. I was really tense and bouncy after the film. And aroused from watching Ryan Gosling, and all dreamy and familiar from all the music and slow motion (have to get the soundtrack!). A good film. I just might have to watch it again sometime.
So I wonder what kind of dreams I'll see tonight. I think none, since I have to get some serious sleep before tomorrow. Now it's 2.10 and I can in fact feel my eyes closing. That's a good sign.
Thanks to Mr A.K. for this nighty night music.
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