Spoilers! If you ever want to watch In The Cut, which you shouldn't. Unless you want to see Mark Ruffalo's wang.*
Last night I watched In The Cut. What a weird fucking movie.
Meg Ryan wears a brown wig and glasses cause she is MOUSY and BUTTONED UP. She’s an English teacher! Of course. Then she meets Mark Ruffalo, who is a cop so OBVIOUSLY he has a mustache. Jennifer Jason Leigh is her sister, who is of course a mess and lives above a strip club.
There are some murders and Meg sees someone getting a blowjob and then goes home and masturbates about it? Later she goes on a date with Ruffalo and then they have crazy sex and then they talk about it a lot.
It’s all very weird.
Then JJL gets murdered and her head is in a bag (is this Seven?) and Meg Ryan thinks Ruffalo is the murderer. Oh! And Kevin Bacon is her weird creepy ex and at one point she goes home and he is asleep in her bed.
It ends with Meg Ryan and Mark Ruffalo laying on the floor after she kills the actual murderer. Um? Okay then.
On the plus side I did get to see Mark Ruffalo’s dick… so there’s that?
I feel so blah today. It is SO NICE OUT and that almost makes me feel worse. Like, CHEER UP ITS SUNNY OUT. Ugh.
Coco and I have taken three walks and now we are sitting on the couch watching Zodiac. And she’s farting.
Bob has a show and is gone overnight. If this is like last summer he will be gone pretty much every weekend so I need to start figuring out some things to do. I would call my friends, but lately my friends are fairly lame. No one can do anything at night (kids!) or if we make plans they cancel (kids are sick!) — how do you make and meet new friends when you are almost 36 and have no job?
Things are kind of depressing right now. I think I will eat some cookies.
Let me know if you want to come over and hang out.
“People say, ‘Oh, Mr. Sendak. I wish I were in touch with my childhood self, like you!’ As if it were all quaint and succulent, like Peter Pan. Childhood is cannibals and psychotic vomiting in your mouth! I say, ‘You are in touch, lady—you’re mean to your kids, you treat your husband like shit, you lie, you’re selfish… That is your childhood self!”—Maurice Sendak, on what childhood means. (via theatlantic)
“I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more. … What I dread is the isolation. … There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.”—Maurice Sendak