"but who won at the end?" "i wanted to see art beat patrick for once..." "why does the movie stop when the match isn't even over yet?" "why was everyone clapping, why was tashi so happy?"
okay, okay, yes, me and my wife. but also this is a deeply clever and horrifying premise. like "i live in your house" and it becomes true. because he lives in your head, and he is living there. He is in your house even if he isn't.
and you spend the whole time thinking- if its in her head, it will get better once someone else is there- her wife, a loved one who has been expressing concern for her wellbeing.
And then she arrives, and invites him in. And it ends with "do you hear that" and an unbothered "yes".
HORRIFYING. well shot, well written, well composed, well acted.
Bob Dylan really feels like it belongs on mania. maybe not sound wise but in terms of lyrics and themes. oh boy. like it's the over the top expression of lust and obsession. I don't know if I can really call it love. heavens gate. church. last of the real ones. hold me tight or dont. They're not love songs they're obsession songs. songs when you're so throughly obsessed with someone that you'd wish they sneak you into heaven while you pray for them. Bob Dylan is when you're so thoroughly obsessed with a person you don't SEE them as a person anymore. they're a celebrity, a well loved one at that. someone who is so universally loved and adored. you need that person to obsess over you the same way a fan obsesses over Johnny Cash. you love them so much you need to be buried with them. you throw all your shame onto a billboard for everyone to see and beg to be loved like how everyone loves Bob Dylan. you want to feel worshiped and adored by this person. you want them to obsess over you just like how you obsess over them. and isn't this something we've heard before? you used to obsess over living-- but now you only obsess over them.
ALSO you know what i find just absolutely wild? how few people i see talking about patrick zweig. like. maybe im just missing it, but it seems like EVERYONE is talking about art and going on about what a sad puppy dog art is — and that's TRUE that's SO TRUE — but you know who is an even BIGGER sad puppy dog? who is even MORE pathetic and sopping wet? PATRICK FUCKIN ZWEIG PEOPLEEEEE