Today is both a Thursday and also the Advent of Cupid’s Carnal Rites. Aren’t you the luckiest little biscuit? Maybe you don’t care. Perhaps you have someone else who does care and that is both a good and funny thing, fraught with sweat and elbows. As such, I bring you other things you may love. Three, in fact because today I am a genie of sorts and also, you know what they say: One’s a very private affair, two’s company for better or worse, and three’s LOUD.
Let us start off smart with a broken heart. ‘Beautiful Boy’ (Felix van Groeningen and I put his name in brackets so that he might have a place apart from all things) will do just that. It is the captivating and often relentless tale of Nick and Davis Sheff and their battle with addiction. I’m going to go right out and say that it is Steve Carell’s best movie. Steve Carell. ‘40 Year Old Virgin’. Okay, so it’s his most important movie. So far. I am correct. Timothée Chalamet is also excellent. There are people who know me and know that I have an extreme soft spot when it comes to fathers and their relationships with their sons and/or daughters. This punches every soulful box square in the zone that you might experience what we have agreed upon to call The Feels Place. You must make time. I have tried looking back through my schedule to see if there is any way in which I can tell you this earlier. The fact of the matter is, you either already know or it will be too late. It’s okay. It doesn’t matter. Screens are screens and we all come around sooner or later, even if at the end.
I very much wrote the end of this whole thing first. Followed swiftly by the beginning and now I am forced to consider: What is love? We find ourselves here, in the middle. There are finite boundaries to our time together, yet - screens becoming wider than they are tall - you are most likely not yet at the finish, nor can you truly see the start while you are here. With me. In that way, it is suspiciously like life. Profound as hell, no?
Staggered am I, that I have not yet placed this in your hands. Charles Yu’s ‘How To Live Safely In A Science Fictional Universe’ (Pantheon Books, 2010) is far better than any syntax obsessed, upstart record of brow-furrowingly personal pain and entertaining sci-fi whimsy had right to be. See? We’re looping. It is autobiographical, yes; it is also funny, bibliophile and addictively quotable. So much so, that I shall not do so here and you shall have to parse it with affection, as soon as reality might allow. Don’t worry, I have another copy.
There is only one way in which I would close out, nay, drop the heart-shaped mic on this rosiest [and proclaimed “loudest”] of posts. It’s Valentines and you must forgive me for the love of…love. It’s the best and we all have mothers who shall, if no-one else, forgive our faults. Pixies - Live at The Paradise in Boston, circa 2004 is a set and a half of unavoidably great alt rock and this is the most romantic of heights.
All I’m saying, pretty baby.
JD - TACOCAT x x x