yesterday

I finally watched Hot Fuzz for the first of what I'm sure will be a thousand times. Why I didn't listen to my roommate months ago, I have no idea. Hilarious! Absolutely brilliant. Completely heteronormative, but satiric enough to pull it off in some sense. (If you don't want to hear anything about it, don't read the third paragraph. I wouldn't want to inadvertently spoil it for anyone. See my note, paragraph three, concerning the impossibility of spoiling it, though.)

And speaking of referring to anything that deviates from legally or religiously committed heterosexual unions as deviant, I also managed to keep reading Brian McHale's Postmodernist Fiction. Which on the whole is pretty brilliant as well. Especially considering it was written in 1987, not that that is so long ago academically speaking. I was going to start today with some writing and then move on to reading, but I started watching this ridiculous romantic comedy that I'm not going to admit to - totally predictable, but really adorable and so depressing, I just wanted to smack the protagonist for most of it, but that's the point - and I was reading while I was watching it, or while the internet was being dodgy, rather, so I'm going to finish reading this book and see how I feel after that. I would love to be able to take some of these books back to the library, but at the same time it's 21 degrees out there and yesterday was really windy on top of that. My very good friend said he felt like he was in a snow globe on the way to work. He works on a corner, so the flakes were sort of going everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and then it stopped, and then it started again, as if someone was shaking up our world.

And to pull it all together, what I was reading about yesterday was spiraling or looping in narration, strange loops and tangled hierarchies, which doesn't really happen in any of the novels I'm writing about because all three remain on the level of primary diegesis (except in the case of Pale Fire, of course, whose hierarchy is sort of flipped instead of tangled because the poet doesn't mention the commentator at all, if I'm not mistaken, though the commentator tangles his narration like hair straight from the bath), but the looping of lines in Hot Fuzz, the repetition, often in the mouths of other characters, was just fantastic. The films-within-the-film, which the movie is obviously parodying even without the just-this-side-of-overkill-enough-to-be-fabulous viewing of the films in the film, the reenactment of some of the scenes from the films, the weird miniature town toward the end. There are so many facets to this film, it would be sort of impossible for me to spoil it for you unless I had you strapped to a chair for 121 minutes and forced you to watch it. In which case you would be watching it, which is the opposite of spoiling it for you, so there you go.