EIGHT DAYS TILL PARIS

in the last two days i've had to watch five films in preparation for class, sequence analyses, and final essays. my thoughts have been totally consumed by these films, a testament to the staying power of the image (for me at the least). i really enjoyed watching haneke's code inconnu/code unknown again, since it fairly encapsulates multicultural paris in all its complexity. as of now though, i'm not really enjoying having to write this essay on antonioni's blowup in the framework of swinging london during the sixties. i certainly like the film enough for examining constructions of reality, but he didn't choose a sequence that addresses this, noo he had to choose one that asks for us to rehash all the cliches of the era, cliches that i'm sure attracted all those blonde girls from cali to london. i'm so tired of this pedantic regurgitation that i might actually regurgitate. it's midnight and i haven't worked on it since this afternoon, kill me nowwww.

adrian called tonight! which got me motivated or just somewhat anxious about my last year of study at swarthmore. ahh i'll have to get myself intellectually up to speed over the summer since i'm taking women in literature (honors seminar). nat anderson's already emailed the few of us about having class at her house, asking about cat allergies. there'll probably be about five of us in the course so i'll have to prepare like mad if we're going to discuss for hours at length. i should also give literature and film a rest if i'm going to stay engaged...still haven't taken an economics or political science class, so i'll give those two a go.

ahhh my mind feels too saturated to write this essay, it's thinking of paris instead. last tuesday at the british film institute, i saw a delightful film by taiwanese director hsiao-hsien hou, le voyage du ballon rouge/the voyage of the red balloon. it got me romanticizing my visit there. this is the last shot of the film!