November is a pretty safe month. Overload of
the art films I used to watch – voluminous! Well,
these days it’s the beginning of the – I should give
it a name – something unswimmable – words that
are debatably not words are words. I could call this
6-7 week period The Titan, after the submersible that
imploded last year. Nicknames are stupid (something
Julie on A Man on the Inside says, or I’m paraphrasing –
I’ve watched several episodes this afternoon). Wait a
minute. What I mean is I’ve this habit of randomly
suggesting who will get Oscar nods (yet the flicks I
watch these days are so few). Like an arthouse auteur,
he thinks, he’s in his head again. From 2005-2010,
the scores of art films watched from my own couch.
