Canada. I live in Vancouver, which is a notoriously expensive housing market (but the rest of the country is rapidly catching up!).

House would be nice, but detached houses in my neighborhood are currently selling for 3-4 million, so I’ll stay in my nice affordable apartment.

Last night I watched Red Room (2023) which was excellent, one of the scariest movies I’ve seen in ages, and not a moment of gore.

Couple days ago I watched Todd Haynes’ Far From Home (2003) without knowing ahead of time that it was a remix of Douglas Sirk’s 50s melodramas, but it was a really pleasant surprise. It inspired me to watch Fassbinder’s Ali: Fear Eats The Soul which I unsurprisingly enjoyed a little less as I’ve never been quite able to connect with his more bleak takes on relationships.

See, while I think this a valid perspective, I am baffled by the need people have to see movies look realistic. You live in realism every day. I want to movies to look interesting, otherworldly, and beautiful. I want every frame to look like a painting. Realism’s fucking boring. Like, it’s a visual medium, why accept anything short of visually stunning?

Every time I watch In The Mood For Love, I’m bummed that all movies don’t look like that, you know?