i think i am resistant to antibiotics. i have that pesky uti again, and am taking everything i can for it, including that pill that stains your pee the color of pollen. yuk.

watched the milf hunter. alone. my god. a friend recommended it since she now knows one of the leads, and i agree: films like this aren't made anymore. the kind of films that treat the audience with such intelligence, that leave enough information out, so that you make your own conclusions. like, the way the men try to make phone calls and don't complete them. you don't know who they're calling at first, and you don't know why they hang up. there is so much left ambiguous that it's confusing, but the pleasure comes in putting the information together to make it work. it's hard to call a film about vietnam pleasurable. i cried the moment they got there, right through the end. but i think those intelligent gaps, like, also, when it is suggested in the beginning that the bride is already pregnant and not by her groom, but it is left unclear, these are the pieces or moments eileen called metonymy. well, it's also pleasureable, for me anyway, to see a young "My hair was famous before I was" Walken, ("I don't need to be made to look evil. I can do that on my own" etc). but yeah, movies nowadays don't do that, they give you no credit, and fill in every bit of ambiguity or openness, giving the viewer no agency.

i really want to see lost in translation...

happy october. it's homecoming! it's yom kippur! carpe diem.