Tempus fugit not capit musca
I have been watching
Drawing Restraint 9. At first I wanted to say “What a pretentious piece of bullshit!”, but now, three hours later, I am tempted to be more melow. Some of the imagery is beautiful, but the narrative is inexistent. Finally it is just a collection of ocasionally beautiful shots of a well budgeted performance.
In other news, I am furiously erasing all mass text messages as they arrive on my mobile. By the way, I feel like shit.
