Random: yesterday I was bored so I went through my Netflix list and some way or another I found myself searching through Gus Van Sant's movies and his trailers and it was almost instantaneous love. His focus on the simple, real life tragedies sucked me in right away. That night I was so eager to watch one of his movies I went on to iTunes and rented 'Paranoid Park.' I watched it that night and woke up this morning and watched it one more time. Everything about that movie was incredible. I don't know how much I need credit to Gus Van Sant, Gabe Nevins and Blake Nelson because they all had their part in creating a masterpiece of a movie. And even Elliott Smith with his music often playing in the background. It all fell together to make an amazing movie. I felt like I had to tell someone. Go see it if you're in an apathetic, self-pitying mood. That just means that you'll be all the more focused on someone with bigger problems than you.
Today my dad and I went to Bed, Bath and Beyond and next door was Barnes and Noble. I ran to the Irvine Welsh section and grabbed 'Marabou Stork Nightmares'. Irvine Welsh and Gus Van Sant had a connection last night that I'm afraid I've forgotten now, but for some reason my mind is dedicated to the two of them now. I think once I finish 'The Hour I First Believed' I'll start Marabou Stork Nightmares, but I also have to finish The Raw Shark Texts, Remembering the Sixties and something else I think. Oh well. I guess I'll be reading on my death bed.
Gus Van Sant may be giving Michel Gondry a run for his money in my mind. But just maybe.
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