The last chapter of my dissertation starts with Upstream Color, Shane Carruth’s 2013 film about pigs, worms, orchids, and Thoreau. It was one of those things where I had no idea where to go, or how to start, until all of sudden I did, so I’m relieved. This is the best thing I’ve read on it.
I liked Toad Road, and I thought this was a real good writeup of it. The New York Times review line is ‘it’s boring watching people who are very, very fucked up on drugs,’ but for me that’s never been true, which is why I feel utterly alone in my desperate wish for Matt Swinsky to finally make a third episode of Vrille. Some other reviews were like “too much aimless partying, not enough supernatural material,’ which I think completely misses the point that there’s no real difference between the two.
Anyway it felt like there were some Harmony Korine vibes, some David Lynch vibes, and an actually pretty terrifying quality to most of the film.
Some well put and pretty bleak truths here, like that “knee cartilage matters,” and:
"Either Rose returns to something like the player he was, or the NBA will stop waiting, Vegas will stop buying into the Bulls, and everyone will officially adjust to the reality we saw at the FIBA World Cup: The youngest MVP in league history is a 26-year-old reminder of mortality."
Like I need another reminder of mortality! In fact I usually rely on athletes to be the opposite. Hell.
nerd culture as a whole is a toxic pile of shit that prioritizes memorization of esoteric knowledge over critical engagement. if you try talking to most nerds about what vampires and zombies and magical girl anime stereotypes mean, what they reflect in the culture at…