[Intros are hard]
My girlfriend and I watched this film Burning last night. It’s a South Korean film that’s been heavily lauded in critic circles, so I figured I’d give it a try. It was something else. I’m not versed on world cinema. It’s not like I’m out there ticking up cred points. That said, this one blew me away. It probably wasn’t a good idea to watch it stoned. Maybe I was looking for a thematic link. The film was a bit complex for that. There was this really provocative tonal shift throughout. I can’t say much without spoiling the film, so I won’t. Here are some very neutral things to say about it. The only actor I knew from Burning (more because of my own ignorance than anything) was Stephen Yeun, fan favourite Glenn from The Walking Dead. It’s based on a Murakami short story called Barn Burning. I’m pretty naive when it comes to cinematography, but the cinematography was fucking gorgeous. You couldn’t help but notice. It did this outstanding job of showcasing scale. I’m not sure if I’ve ever picked up on framing as an indicator of socioeconomic inequality before. Yet again, my own naivete. Not a lack of representation. The super noticeable aspect were these lingering shots. Incredibly long shots that must’ve been a nightmare to choreograph. It’s not like there was just one long take for everyone to go wow, the director sure crossed that one off the list. Again and again, these shots that don’t end, while the actors continue to give and give. The script is pretty meandering, then at some point it’s like a switch has flipped and the tension ratchets up to a fever pitch. The experience was wholly mesmerising, and I profusely recommend checking it out if you want a cinematic adventure that strays from easy classification.
I have a weird complaint, and I don’t know if it’s a valid complaint. I have a tiger onesie. Not my complaint. It’s Bluenotes. I got it second hand from a thrift store for $8. Still not complaining. It’s hardy. I think it’s made from durable hoodie fabric. These are all positives, not complaints. I’m getting there. The zipper broke a while back, making it unusable. I was gutted, and looked on the internet to see how much they cost new. I couldn’t find one. I tried searching all manner of sites. I tried googling it using slightly more advanced search strings. Even knowing the brand, I couldn’t find a new one. After having replaced the zipper on my winter jacket, I knew that if I got the local alterations lady to fix it, it’d cost something like $30. I only paid $8 for it first time around, did I want to pay more than triple that? I didn’t. So I left it hanging in my closet for a while. Eventually I tried fixing it, failed and made it worse. But in my research for fixing it, discovered that the fix could be pretty simple for anyone who wasn’t incompetent. It was just replacing the slider on the zipper. I couldn’t do it, but my alterations lady probably could. I took it in, and sure enough she said it was a quick fix. Which was a lot nicer than the time I brought in a white shirt covered in fake blood stains. She shook her head and started saying “no, no, no, no, no” and pushing the shirt back towards me until I left the store.
This time she said she could do it for $10. Deal. So I left it in her capable hands and skipped back down the street. I probably did one of those heel click things while whistling “Zip-a-dee-doo-dah” (get it? Zip?). My girlfriend was nice enough to pick it up for me, and holy heck. It’s fixed, but at what cost. It kinda looks like a murder happened and they stitched up a wound in a hurry. I’d thought she’d maybe cut the top of the zipper to insert it in, then stitch that back up. Instead she cut the stopper at the bottom (just a big ol’ slash above the crotch) and did a hatchet job. Look, she used the right colour thread, but it’s a lumpy mass of stitching. I thought she was better than that. I know she’s better than that, ’cause she’s done fantastic work for me before. At the same time, it’s functional and not super noticeable without looking closely. But if you do look closely, it looks like a massacre. Altogether, the fact that I can wear it is more important than how weird that tiny bit looks, but still. I don’t know how to feel. I spent $10 and now I can wear one of my favourite bits of clothing again. That’s the greater good, right? Oh wait, it’s a tiger onesie, the grrrrrrrrrreat-er good.
[Pretend I did a great outro too. I gotta go]