Spoilers for Norco (2022) I moved around a lot as a kid- home becoming wherever I was in the moment with my family and my stuff. My father’s job, that being a service-member in the United States Army, meant we moved. The longest I’ve lived in a place was seven years- living on the island of Oʻahu during the end of the second G.W. Bush administration and through half or so of the first Obama administration. The second longest was Georgia, though that was between two places- Columbus (again for my father’s work) and Atlanta, for school. Georgia State University. I still have dreams about being there, having moved away three years ago. My mental health went into serious decline, I had two psych ward stays, and decided that living with my parents in Missouri would be a more stable living environment then college dorms. I justify it to myself, then. I don’t tend to go back to places I previously lived, they live on in my head as some sort of memory, trapped in a dreamlike state, but I ...
Loving media is a hard job… It’s not finding media to love that’s hard, nor is the ability to embrace that love, to wear it on my sleeve and say “Yes, this thing here is a favourite of mine”. The part that’s hard about it is that despite it being something so personal and filled with emotion, all our emotional strings are tuned differently. When there’s a work of art that strikes a chord that resonates so clearly for you, pass it onto someone else and it won’t hit on the same level for them at all. “ My God, My God, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me? ” is an obscure Japanese art-house film about noise music, it could be my absolute favourite depending on the day. Unless you’re someone who can not only sit through but get something from the emotional crescendo of a movie being 10 minutes of feedback and distortion it won’t be yours, or even something you’d want to watch at all. I so desperately want people to have the same feelings that I get from the things I love, but if I can’t have th...