Andy & I just had a gigantic breakfast: sausage and mozerella omlettes, toast, hash browns, orange juice, coffee (Inteligentsia French Roast). I now feel like a whale. Andy has started on the first draft of his final paper. I am resting in my food coma before I hop in the shower.

Last night was interesting. While Andy worked on his paper, I went out to Specialty and rented a DVD, got some ice cream at Walgreens, came back home. The DVD was a mid-budget psychological thriller/character study/semi-horror film from 1979: “The Attic,” starring Carrie Snodgress and Ray Milland. I had never seen Carrie in anything other than “Diary of a Mad Housewife” (one of my Top Ten Favorite Movies). She plays an alcoholic librarian (!) who is being retired early; 19 years ago her fiancee disappeared on the day of their wedding and she’s been living in grief/denial ever since. She lives alone with her sadistic wheelchair-bound father in a big spooky house. And the attic door is locked …

So I got stoned, watched the movie and ate the ice cream. The film is surprisingly watchable. It’s got some quality to it: Snodgress and Milland dig into their parts with gusto, there are some nice visual touches (it was shot by Gary Graver, who was Orson Welles’ director of photography for his final few films), and it was mostly made on location in Witchita. Some pungent atmosphere. There are some truly weird uses of music and some off-putting monologues: while a corny country song plays on the radio very loudly, she fantasizes that the hunky blond sailor that she picked up at the movies and has just gone to bed with is her missing fiance. And I think it’s the only PG movie I’ve ever seen that shows a woman masturbating. Almost Lynchian.

I am addicted to movies, because even subscribing to GreenCine is not enough. I have to rent additional movies to suppplement the addiction. Tonight, when Andy has finished his work, I think we will watch “The Wild One”.

Yesterday I listened to the 12″ remix of “I Feel Love” by Donna Summer about 7 or 8 times. I don’t know why, but it’s mesmerizing. So simple, yet hypnotic. Can’t get it out of my head. Does anyone have a copy of “From Here To Eternity” by Georgio Moroder?