09 July 2013

I just watched The Man Who Wasn't There with Billy Bob Thornton, as a dissatisfied barber, and his wife Frances Mcdormand, as a sour alcoholic, in the nucleus of their misconduct in 1949. The tangled and shadowy chain of events are heightened by the film noir style. Thornton schemes to gain money for an investment in dry cleaning, since he's desperate to escape his emptiness, that goes terribly off the rails. James Gandolfini portrays a philandering businessman Thornton befriends and ultimately blackmails him for sleeping with his wife. Scarlett Johannson plays Birdy, an impossibly flawless-looking child, who's piano playing gives Thornton dreams of a second chance at life.

My thoughts flood back to last Friday morning bringing me to the realization I had dreamt about James again. I'm beginning to wonder what his message can be. Mentioning it to my boyfriend and he shakes his head in a way that not even I can blame him. My suggestion is maybe it's the Salty Watermelon Vodka & Sprite we had been sipping the previous evening. It's comforting that a stratchy tenored 1979 "Class Flirt" cherub is visiting me, I just don't know why.

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