So...this may sound like midlife crisis crazy talk, but I've had it with here/where my life is at right now, and so I've come to a very important decision on where my journey is taking me:
Grovers Bend, Kansas.
I am serious. It looks amazing. I want E.T's mom to be my mom. I wouldn't even mind having to live on a farm because I would have an awkward Billy Zane to tell me about what life is like in…
The plot, what little there is of one, is very Lovecraftian - endless flight through a seaside town, followers of an obscure sect pursuing you even in your sleep, locked up safe in your motel. But there's an overriding voice that is reminiscent of Shirley Jackson - events taking on intimate, sinister undertones that echo and echo through claustrophobic domesticity just starting to sprawl out into a post-war infinity.
Here, we arrive at that same gas station twenty some odd…
Yelling at your evil henchman when u have crashed into a field & then snapping stfu at a nearby cow for mooing just encapsulates this entire Disney era perfectly...
(also the theme song is literally insane to anyone without much awareness of 1969 as a year/ state of being)
...actually find Disney's lack of identity in the 70s kinda oddly endearing??
Also there are days when u need to watch Kurt Russell in the dumbest movie anyone has ever thought of in the dumbest trilogy that has ever existed
(just assuming I can watch these completely out of order & it won't matter even slightly just, i really need something that does not matter in the slightest no weight on or denting of reality
...like someone asked me to watch…
Twirling around and around in a pretty white dress with strawberry ice cream at the beach is exactly how i want to finally lose all touch with reality
Ok, everyone just calm down. All we need to do is find the one person in this New England fishing town who owns a slicker.