I watched two movies today, Rashomon and The Brood, and I don’t think you could ask for an odder double feature than that. Rashomon is pretty remarkable, well deserving of its reputation as a classic, and it’s one of the few movies I felt comfortable buying sight-unseen when I recently picked up some half-priced Criterion Collection discs. The Brood, on the other hand, is quintessential (but still fairly early) David Cronenberg, and as such concerned ultimately with the uncanny, the grotesque, and the horrors of our own psyches. Like Shivers before it, it’s deeply unsettling at times, but it’s also clearly a deeply personal film. It’s not always scary, or even necessarily comprehensible, but it’s intriguing nonetheless.
Other than that? I helped my father and brother-in-law clean the gutters and put the covers on the air conditioners. (Although Brian did most of the heavy lifting, and the climbing up on rooftops.) And this evening, we had a lovely dinner out, just the five of us.
And that’s about it.