Just a bunch of paintings slip slappin from frame to frame. Set to Hungarian psyche pop. Movement, shapes, colors, etc. I'm predisposed to Kovasznai's artistic style because it reminds me of my own. I also feel somewhat connected to Budapest so these acrylic landscapes really spoke to me.
Some unplanned movie research lead me to this last night. Nothing special, aside from being directed by William Castle. I've been looking at lots of stills from Westerns and the colors in this one commanded my attention. The coloring is so incredibly saturated that it looks illustrated like an old adventure comic book. These B-westerns were a dime a dozen and this is by no means a masterpiece, but still I like the kid-friendliness of it. The Knott's Berry Farm/Mike…
I did one teeny tiny measly little wrap day in wardrobe for this movie, so I won't rate it. I did love it and I'm very proud. As a result of this I met Jon Hamm at my friend's birthday party which took place at a skating rink and our interaction was as follows...
I went to the snack bar, Hamm rolls up. We had briefly met earlier.
Jon:...... Did ya get a corndog?
There may have been more but that's all I was able to process.
This is exactly what I needed. Sometimes I get really wrapped up with work and my movie watching suffers. I start to forget who I am and it becomes a this depressing spiral. 'Death Spa' reset my battery. It hits all of the sweet spots. Effervescent beams. Just just soak it up like a girl in a high wasted bikini absorbing UV rays from a hot pink tanning bed. This is as close to the sensation that 'Dr. Caligari' left me with as any movie ever has. This was a pretty fucking zen.