New Weekly Event

So I'm all gung-ho on my business plans, and I like having people over, and I like watching  movies, and I like asking questions, so I'm gonna do something about it... every Wednesday I think.

The trial run went well, so it's gonna be dinner and movie and discussion every Wednesday (Tuesday and Thursday are also an option. I can't remember what works best for y'all) . Show up at 7:00, movie at 8:30, I go to sleep some time a bit after midnight.

"What movies?" you ask.
(this is not a choice, you must ask it... go on, I'm listening through the bugs in your computer)

"Why movies to do with the stupendous neo-reality event which I am concocting: movies to do with cyberpunk, the near-future, film noir, moodyness, Bollywood, colourful costumes and so on." I sagely answer.

"And how does this tie in to your event?" you dutifully ask.

"I'm gonna ask you a bunch of questions about genre, theme, visual elements and what you'd like to see, or would certainly despise, in such an astoundingly magnificent event as I am planning. It should be a lively and humorous conversation." I respond.

So there you go. I think I'm gonna go with Blade Runner next week, but I'm not 100% certain. It might be Tetsuo, or well... I'm not sure, but it won't suck. That's right folks: it won't suck. So I'd appreciate RSVP's, but don't insist on them unless you either want to be a part of the food (if you don't RSVP and don't bring food, there may not be enough to go around), or plan to bring a guest.

Thoughts on A Scanner Darkly

You should be afraid of California.
I mean really, think about it. Look at science fiction (a predomenantly American genre) its stories have moved from the cities of the East Coast to the West coast. We've left belching smokestacks, wailing sirens, ghettos, towering apartment buildings, subways and docks and have arrived in a place where the air pollution comes from the exhaust pipes of the vehicles that range across the hundreds of miles of freeways; where the police don't storm an apartment in their war against crack, but black kevlar forms pile out of a van in the parking lot of a strip mall or subdivision. In L.A. there are no flying cars, but there are cameras everywhere: it's the widest prison ever.

A Scanner Darkly isn't exactly about this, but it's good anyways. Oh - and it actually feels like a Philip K. Dick novel.