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Saturday was chill, but Sunday was pretty busy. We watched the Blade Runner on Saturday night, the shorts on Sunday morning, and were out of the house at about 1-ish to go to one of two theatres on this side of the river showing 2049. We ran some errands, got our refill of bulk looseleaf tea, got a knife sharpened which direly needed it, and saw the movie - getting back at about 6:30, I think, to feed the cats.
I liked the film - it was beautiful, but also very difficult to watch. I think the Leto-heavy scenes were borderline unnecessary, not just because I found them unpleasant and not just because I personally hate the actor himself, or even because they didn't move the plot in particular, but a combination of the above plus a certain je nai se quoi - a subtle tonal shift that I felt didn't match the overall film. There were a few other scenes like that which can't really be "just removed" but would require subtle re-writing. I don't feel like it's nitpicking for me, because my discontent with the scenes actually shifted my opinion of the entire film - but overall I thought it was still good. It's complicated. Although I could have a lot more to say, I'll probably keep it to this right now and I doubt I'll come back to it unless it's at a much later date during re-watches or other discussions.
A strange phenomenon I experience after having been a really heavy drinker and having cut back drastically is that I feel better than I used to almost all the time but I still wake up and feel like utter shit, but after something like ten years of drinking too much, I'll still wake up and try to figure out how much I had drunk the night before to make me feel like someone stomped on my face in the morning. And the answer will be like... none. Like, I won't have had a drink for most of the week and I'll wake up on a Wednesday at 5:30 AM and it doesn't register for a moment that the reason I feel terrible is that it's fucking 5:30.
If I wake up before the sun rises, I'm not productive for hours. I can get to where I need to go, and I can be presentable, but I won't really be especially useful because my brain's lagging badly. If I get up at sunrise, I'm fine. I've spoken with a lot of management types, and the more ensconced they are in business management culture, the more they assume that their subordinates are mostly interchangeable, machine-like worker units that they expect to act in uniform ways - so it makes perfect sense to them that having them get up any any hour, they'll be perfectly involved, perfectly ready-to-go worker bees, and any time there's a sense of exhaustion, that's a question of "personal responsibility." They view themselves as people, of course, but differences on the chain of business heirarchy tend to transcend questions of humanity.
But, tl;dr, we're tired in the morning, no matter what, really. If I got up at 7 instead of 5:30, I'd be awake at 7. If I get up at 5:30, I'm not really awake until about 9. It's weird.
I liked the film - it was beautiful, but also very difficult to watch. I think the Leto-heavy scenes were borderline unnecessary, not just because I found them unpleasant and not just because I personally hate the actor himself, or even because they didn't move the plot in particular, but a combination of the above plus a certain je nai se quoi - a subtle tonal shift that I felt didn't match the overall film. There were a few other scenes like that which can't really be "just removed" but would require subtle re-writing. I don't feel like it's nitpicking for me, because my discontent with the scenes actually shifted my opinion of the entire film - but overall I thought it was still good. It's complicated. Although I could have a lot more to say, I'll probably keep it to this right now and I doubt I'll come back to it unless it's at a much later date during re-watches or other discussions.
A strange phenomenon I experience after having been a really heavy drinker and having cut back drastically is that I feel better than I used to almost all the time but I still wake up and feel like utter shit, but after something like ten years of drinking too much, I'll still wake up and try to figure out how much I had drunk the night before to make me feel like someone stomped on my face in the morning. And the answer will be like... none. Like, I won't have had a drink for most of the week and I'll wake up on a Wednesday at 5:30 AM and it doesn't register for a moment that the reason I feel terrible is that it's fucking 5:30.
If I wake up before the sun rises, I'm not productive for hours. I can get to where I need to go, and I can be presentable, but I won't really be especially useful because my brain's lagging badly. If I get up at sunrise, I'm fine. I've spoken with a lot of management types, and the more ensconced they are in business management culture, the more they assume that their subordinates are mostly interchangeable, machine-like worker units that they expect to act in uniform ways - so it makes perfect sense to them that having them get up any any hour, they'll be perfectly involved, perfectly ready-to-go worker bees, and any time there's a sense of exhaustion, that's a question of "personal responsibility." They view themselves as people, of course, but differences on the chain of business heirarchy tend to transcend questions of humanity.
But, tl;dr, we're tired in the morning, no matter what, really. If I got up at 7 instead of 5:30, I'd be awake at 7. If I get up at 5:30, I'm not really awake until about 9. It's weird.