Interesting week. I actually did things! Monday was the first meeting of my gay book club (BECAUSE I'M A SUPER-COOL PERSON, THAT'S WHY); we discussed
The Well of Loneliness and it was pretty fun even though there were only four of us and the place was kind of loud and kind of dark, neither of which are exactly ideal for talking about books. (They played "Straight Up and Down" over the speakers, aka the "Boardwalk Empire" theme, and I perked up like a meerkat. But $20 credit card limit at the bar?! Fuckin' Williamsburg.) I was totally the youngest, as I always am at these things, but I dug it and I'll definitely go back when we pick another book. Tuesday was Free Water Ice Day at Rita's, of course--fun fact; there is exactly
one Rita's in all of NYC, on 96th Street, so I schlepped alllll the way up there and then went to read in the park. And
then last night I went to see
4:44 Last Day on Earth in Astoria and the director, Abel Ferrara, was there, and WOW, he's mad as a box of frogs. Holy hell. He's just rambly and...very odd. I didn't love the movie; I found it sort of uneven and pretentious, but I liked some elements. I
love end-of-the-world movies, for some reason. I thought the sex scene was really gorgeously shot, though the characters' relationship had a weird father-daughter feel to it...and then I realized that the lead actress, who looked about my age (and who was also there), was Ferrara's girlfriend. Um. Well. All righty. The Q&A session was sort of priceless, like when he threw shade at the second
Bad Lieutenant movie [seriously, WTF] and said that Chris Walken is "no-maintenance" but likes to have a trailer because "he likes his weed, right?" and revealed that he's planning to make a film about the last day of Pasolini's life. (Some hipster near me actually went "holy shit" out loud when he said that. Lawd.) So, you know. That was fun.
Also, I just finished reading
The Secret History by Donna Tartt, and HOLY BALLS ALIVE, I loved it. It was twisty and intense and had one of those unreliable narrators who thinks he's reliable, like Nick Carraway (as opposed to, like, Katniss, who knows she's not giving it to us straight at all) and basically
all of the characters are ridiculously morally gray (quite relevant to something I'm writing atm--why can I
never love the good guys?) and there were shipping options all over the damn place and I've totally cast it in my head and will probably make a Tumblr graphic. ♥ Fab.
(Oh, and I'm on
Goodreads; add me if you want.)
( (this is late but I was too busy having a life for once tyvm) Once Upon a Time 1x16, The Walking Dead 2x13 and Smash 1x07. )THE HUNGER GAMES TOMORROW! \o/ I'm going at 7:30 tomorrow night; it's way too long for a midnight show (for me), and I gotta save my energy for that Marvel marathon thing. Even my parents are going on Sunday--like, to an actual theatre; they're
not buying a shady cam bootleg from that dude in my dad's office. Crazy! And I've also assembled a little gang (fleet? Gaggle? Murder?) of Hiddlestoners to hit
The Deep Blue Sea on Sunday; I've already seen it, tbh,
and I didn't love it, but I am actually paying to see it again because
that is how good of a fangirl I am. Respect, yo.