I'm tired now, but I feel that I've been neglecting this of late. I'm watching episode 5 of the Singing Detective right now. It was the basis for the movie with Robert Downey Jr., but I'm not entirely sure how they planned to fit all this story into two hours. Or how Robert Jr will stack up to Michael Gambon. The show plays out like a fever dream, which is really what it is. Everything takes place in the head of Philip Marlowe, a writer of detective stories rather than the famous character created by Raymond Chandler. He's ill in the hospital with Psoriasis which makes him look like the amazing peeling man while simultaneously fucking around with his brain. He grows increasingly paranoid and begins to lose track of the difference between past, the detective story he wrote and the present. Scenes are replayed, increasing in significance as new details are revealed. I'm still not done so I'm not sure where it will lead, but I need to give it back to Cam tomorrow. He got it from NetFlix.
My car's acting up. I had a bit of a nervous thing today. But I got some errands done. Focusing on the small things rather than dealing with the big things that make me want to just curl up under the bed. Now that I cleaned everything out from under it I probably can. Good idea.
Posted by minka at April 14, 2004 12:25 AM