Caught The Aviator Friday night w/
Now that I think about it, the film may present a certain implication, in the depiction of the Hepburn family as well as that of HH's life, that the seeds of mental illness may actually get a little extra fertilizer in circumstances of financial privilege, as in those of celebrity. And of course we all know about the overlap of having a screw loose---a screw that doesn't necessarily remain in one place---with being a freak, outside the mainstream, operating outside of convention. That freedom, too, may include/induce a psychological freedom that may be dangerous for sanity.
Of course I'm talking out my ass here.
Decided not to go see Million Dollar Baby this weekend after hearing a clip from it on the radio (NPR piece about dialect ---with a guy from U. Kansas, actually) in which Hilary Swank's character cites, among other horrible conditions from which she comes & which she is of course desperate to escape through boxing, the fact that her mother weighs 312 pounds. Fuck you, Million Dollar Baby! I hope you lose! Go to hell, Clint Eastwood! (I spare you here my elaboration on why it's even worse that it's 312, vs. 300 or 350 or whatever.)
Also w/
So. Getting a bunch done today, though never enough. Breathing pretty regularly. Saw
Thoughts of H. (So what else is new.)