Damn you and your eternal rightness!

So, I'm in Georgia and it's only a little after 10 a.m. - I tried to get a run in early. After days in the car, logging in miles was necessary to not only body, but mind. And, I'm running my usual route, out of the neighborhood and a left down a windy road that, to be honest, has always spooked me out a little bit given its proximity to gun-toting Confederate flag fliers...and Neko Case's song DEEP RED BELLS comes on. Now, I've always found that song just genius. The weird out of sync bridge with the 'soul casting about' lyrics - a perfection of modern murder ballad that is always evocative of itself, only. Self-referential, if you will. But, this time something different happened.

I was explicitly reminded of this movie I just netflixed at the recommendation of a friend (hence the title of this posting - and I am only referring to cultural matters BTW). THE DEAD GIRL - Karen Moncrieff's sophomore film effort - which is such a flawed film. Five seperate stories meant to form a whole, centered around the titular character (played to perfection by Brittany Murphy - whom I don't even like). So, it's not such a great film. You can watch it and say hmmmm...that bit of story is a little off and the script is not perfect there....BUT, the thing just stays with you anyway. Which must (in my mind) make it a true example of good filmmaking. In the truest sense of filmmaking - the visual one.

So my song and my run and the shady patches of grass with grease-stained thrown out the window bags of KFC....the humid air and the morning's rain blowing off the trees and cooling my face...it all made me think of parts of this movie.

And how it's really a good film.

Random morning thoughts from Georgia.