It makes perfect sense that I discovered Richard Linklater’s Waking Life while I was helping someone housesit for a couple in California. Being so close to San Francisco was nice, but the fact that the couple was extremely big fans of medicinal marijuana was pretty nice, too. That’s not to say that Waking Life has to be seen with a few chemicals battling for control of how you view reality. I’m just saying that it’s probably one of those movies that people are tempted to experience, in such a way as to get as close to the tone of the film as possible.

I tried, but I was unable to escape Gravity.  No, wait…this weekend I just couldn’t ignore the pull of Gravity.  No, no, I got this.  I tried to deny Gravity but its force was just too great.

Admittedly, I don’t really get all the fuss about Ben Affleck in the Batman/Superman spectacular, or Charlie Hunnam in the 50 Shades of Grey film adaptation. In terms of public shit fits, the anger and disbelief, the shrill voices of the people who could totally do a better job with the casting, than those shameless, grotesque Hollywood whores, has died down a fair bit (for now).