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Apr. 2nd, 2006 06:38 pmYesterday afternoon I went to the cinema to see "Andy Warhol's Bad", a 1976 film directed by Jed Johnson. It stars Carroll Baker as a New York housewife who runs a home-based electrolysis clinic, as well as an all-female group of hired killers. Her life is complicated when a man (played by Perry King, taking over from Warhol film regular Joe Dallesandro) boards at her house awaiting his own assignment. The film was the most expensive film that the Warhol studio produced, and one of the more professional seeming ones. It is completely disgusting and gratuitously offensive to anyone, it is also very funny if you enjoy bad taste humour. If you're a John Waters fan, you'll probably love it. I would warn potential viewers, though, that some people may find it very offensive.
In the evening I watched "Cabin Fever", a 2003 horror film from Eli Roth (who made the recent film "Hostel"). It's about a group of teenagers who go to a remote cabin in the woods for a week's holiday and contract a flesh-eating virus. It's fun and brisk and loaded with gore. Not bad at all for a splatter film.
I went to my parent's house for lunch today as usual, and my mum told me that I used to suffer from a condition called dyspraxia when I was a child, which was more or less cured after years of occupational therapy, which I vaguely remember (I was about eight or nine when the therapy started) and mum thought it might have something to do with my continuing awkwardness in social situations. I think the main probalem is really down to my lack if self-confidence, self-esteem and the fact that I simply don't like myself very much. We were talking a lot about how I never had any friends really at school, where I was made fun of on a daily basis, and didn't start making friends until I was at college. It's interesting when you look at the roots of all these things. I've always thought that because I did have such a bad time at school and didn't really make friends until I was much older, who of course pretty much left and went their seperate ways when college was over, my social skills never really developed very well, and I am still very awkward and uncomfortable talking to people one to one, although I have never had a problem speaking in public. I'm perfectly happy talking to a large number of people, and in fact quite enjoy it.
I'm not trying to be whiny or anything, I just find it interesting.
In the evening I watched "Cabin Fever", a 2003 horror film from Eli Roth (who made the recent film "Hostel"). It's about a group of teenagers who go to a remote cabin in the woods for a week's holiday and contract a flesh-eating virus. It's fun and brisk and loaded with gore. Not bad at all for a splatter film.
I went to my parent's house for lunch today as usual, and my mum told me that I used to suffer from a condition called dyspraxia when I was a child, which was more or less cured after years of occupational therapy, which I vaguely remember (I was about eight or nine when the therapy started) and mum thought it might have something to do with my continuing awkwardness in social situations. I think the main probalem is really down to my lack if self-confidence, self-esteem and the fact that I simply don't like myself very much. We were talking a lot about how I never had any friends really at school, where I was made fun of on a daily basis, and didn't start making friends until I was at college. It's interesting when you look at the roots of all these things. I've always thought that because I did have such a bad time at school and didn't really make friends until I was much older, who of course pretty much left and went their seperate ways when college was over, my social skills never really developed very well, and I am still very awkward and uncomfortable talking to people one to one, although I have never had a problem speaking in public. I'm perfectly happy talking to a large number of people, and in fact quite enjoy it.
I'm not trying to be whiny or anything, I just find it interesting.