Hello! Like the titular lead in 2017’s A Ghost Story, I’m back from the dead. We’ll, actually, I was dead. And that ghost featured above is a ghost, so it’s not back from the dead either. Other than that, though, I totally nailed it.
So Mr. Rational came in and stayed with me for a week, and we slept late and yakked and ate Chicago food and he showed me a good half dozen recent films and I showed him (wait for it) lots of anime. He didn’t seem to mind the latter TOO much. I was sticking to a high grade of material, and luckily like me he likes quirky humor (so he liked Wasteful Lives of High School Girls) and a jejune taste for adorable stuff. Indeed, I think the show we watched the most was Bofuri. Still waiting for the official announcement of that the second season of Bofuri is playing this September and hasn’t be pushed back to 2023. We’ll see.
Mr. R likes slow burn kind of movies, which I also enjoy. He lamented that pretty near nothing he showed me, even made on low to moderate budgets, made any money. Well, audiences have been conditioned to be bored now unless “something is happening” all the time, so….
A Ghost Story is an odd duck. First, you have to get past the conceit that Casey Affleck’s ghost is, as you can see, literally a guy in a sheet. A silent guy in a sheet. The film is basically a very slow meditation on time, and loss, and grief. You can see why it would baffle the average filmgoer, which is not meant to be a dig that they are philistines or anything. Like many films Mr. Rational showed me, this is generally a “you love it or you hate it” kind of deal.
Anyway, back to work and getting up at 3:30 AM tomorrow. BLECH!!!
