Lazing at home the day after my surgery, sleep-deprived and having consumed far more than the recommended dosage of Advil Extra Strength. I'm half-watching I Z O, half wishing there were something else I could be doing in my parents house other than washing their dishes. My stomach hurts too much to do anything but sit around. I Z O just fell backwards into the middle of a lake, drifting through the water and sandy lake floor, only to warp into a wedding reception where he promptly executes bride and groom. Does this film make any sense at all? Only in the allegorical or symbolic sense (ie: not really). Listened to The Pink Mountaintops Axis of Evol at least three times today- it's a great record and a real treat to hear some real growth out of the Black Mountain camp. Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space sans the wanting to numb myself into oblivion vibe. Speaking of nihilist existenialism, damn I Z O....damn..While I admit that the running time for this film is too long for it's own good, and that it lacks any sense of narrative coherency, the musical score provided by Kazuki Tomokawa is gut-wrenchingly grief-stricken and just fucking great. The man practically chokes on his own sorrow while he mangles his guitar. Morrissey had better watch his back, if Tomokawa-san ever gets a solid grip on english, arty mopesters are gonna have a new idol to boo-hoo about in the bathtub, drinking red wine, rose petals all floating on the top of the water and such.
"Rawr, I Z O is the personification of meaningless violence! Arg!"
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