I've been wanting to write on a recent film, The New World, but it looks like Will beat me to it. Impatient blackguard, always jumping the gun and hurriedly writing reviews before I can get to it. The film is, methinks, aesthetically complete--restrained, poetic, and visually stunning.
Posted by jonsligh at June 21, 2006 01:29 AMJon, Jon (deep, Napoleonic sigh) -- hhhhuuuhhhhh
You're supposed to write your own review. I saw you in my site stats, visiting my review a few times in a row.
I didn't say all there is to say. There is so much that is now unsaid, or should I say not-yet-said, because the words are pre-spoken and pre-written by you. You must give them form, Jon. Bring them to life and set them free upon the pages of your blog, to roam and wander, grazing on the white spaces.
Posted by: Will at June 22, 2006 04:48 PMBut I have an excuse now to not undergo the rigor of organizing my scattered thoughts.
Posted by: sligh at June 23, 2006 02:22 AMAs that Midwestern lady tells Jack Nicholson's character in About Schmidt:
You're a sad man...a sad, sad man.
:-)
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