FESTIVALS
Friday, April 3rd
BREATHING BARELY, BREATHING THE funky urine gas they use for oxygen. I’m on American Flight 181 out of JFK, like that, direct to LAX. Not a normal seat but a dandy little personal booth, that’s what they have now, like a phone kiosk. A touch TV screen, awesome seat maneuverability, good food (!), handy surfaces to put your coffee on.
I put down the crime paperback; too much effort. Technology wins, I fold out the TV monitor. Reading takes too much cerebration, too hard, a lot of work just to concentrate. Movies, the spectator can just be a jelly ball, that’ll work to kill the hours.
Let’s see: entertainment, movies, new releases. Foxcatcher, this looks like some adult shit. But no, another empty, onejoke flick, actors…
