i've been in quite a predicament lately, i cannot seem to appreciate film.

FUCK.

i do not know why, nor when it happened. but the visual narrative does not seem to do it for me. what the duck happened to me?

now not being a complete douche i've attempted to rectify this situation by watching some good cinema. A Clockwork Orange, Inglorious Basterds, Pan's Labyrinth and Requiem For a Dream to name a few... and I just couldn't see the complete story in it.

WHYYYY.

I'm watching Reservoir Dogs atm, hopefully it's going to cure me.

However, reading about the films after and perusing the quotes from Inglorious kind of made me realise the quality of these 'classics'.

I shall report back alluding to whether or not I'm cured!

There's a reason..

..for dedication like this:

This one is on us.

Us = not me... unfortunately