me when i’m having sex but i’m not really having sex i’m pulling my wife’s teeth in the basement and she’s letting me because i am the only one who can do this for her
At first, I was being much more open about how much I enjoyed his story, because I do think she enjoys him quite a bit. I had some really interesting conversations with Nicky [Kassell], as well as with Bob, about how much Kim is effusive about her emotions. How much she will let someone see, and let her guard totally down. She lets her guard down more with him than most people.
He sucked at [the toenail painting], and that’s when… when Bob did the first take and I didn’t care how messy it was? I thought, in Kim’s mind, she’s putting on sandals and going out. And I don’t think she would change it. That’s actually when it felt sexy, as the actor in the moment… like, I literally don’t care what a mess he makes.
my relationship with The X-Files revival is like. I’m glad it happened. it was an insult to all of us. I would rather have a bad revival than no revival. I would change almost all of it. I’m keeping Jackson as written by James Wong only, I’m keeping Forehead Sweat, I’m keeping the image of middle-aged Mulder and Scully in the unremarkable house, I’m keeping the way Glen Morgan wrote them in This. I’m burning the Struggles. I won’t forgive Rm9 for being the biggest missed opportunity in the history of time, except the last 10 seconds, which were perfect. I’m not the same person I was when the revival aired. I will always be exactly the same person I was when Adele’s 25 became the breakup-wifegate album. I feel like we were all being digested by the Field Trip fungus from 2015-2018. I think season 11 was fun. I’ve stopped feeling like the revival is the same show as The X-Files. there’s a sterility to it (directing, cinematography, wardrobe, wig) that doesn’t feel as permeable and malleable and moody and make-what-you-will-of-this as the original series does. I don’t know why they couldn’t get the visual feel of it right. remember when Mulder slit that man’s throat
Lizzy, are you out of your senses? I thought you hated the man. No, papa. He’s rich, to be sure, and you will have more fine carriages than Jane. But will that make you happy? Have you no objection other than your belief in my indifference? None at all. We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of fellow… but that would be nothing if you really liked him. I do like him. I love him.
“Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.” -Brian Eno
that Brian Eno quote about how whatever you find most repulsive about a medium (film grain, record scratches/fuzz, CDs skipping) will be the first thing you try and emulate once that medium is obsolete because it’s “the sign of a moment too powerful for the medium assigned to contain it”…. man…….
