[callmedonnie]

Not to feed the hijack, but the score I liked. I'll say nothing more of music.

The first time I saw this movie my immediate thought afterwards was that I needed to see it again. The second time I found myself knowing I was intrigued, not sure if I knew what to make of it. I really like that was said about the dreams, and how a persons dreams are about themselves. Clearly the film goes out of its way to not spell everything out. And I would have to concur that there is only so much we can ever know about ourselves, and that beneath our awareness are impulses and emotions too complicated to decipher. Anyway, my two cents.

It is nice every now and then when you watch a film, like it, but still not know why. Thats how I feel about some Pynchon novels, particularly V. I've read it once, and upon finishing someone brought it up:

Her: Was it good?
Me: Great.
Her: What was it about?
Me: No clue.