Recently some acquaintances have scrutinised my gaming habits just to be let down by the non-existence thereof. As to the whys and wherefores of my lack of ludic endeavours, it all boils down to me maturing into an absolute bore. Be it for physical, psychological or ethical reasons, playing nowadays will seldom ever please me.
When the last scene from Pixar’s Luca was coming to an end, I tearily told my friends its only mistake — Disney’s censorship aside — was not including Mina on its soundtrack. It seemed fit for its subtext of a teenage romance set in the 60s dolce vita Italian seaside. I was proved wrong delightfully when the credits rolled to Mina’s Città Vuota, and the tears ran down my face.
Last Saturday, I noticed Janis Joplin mentions Detroit on Cry, Baby. I’ve had an abnormal fascination for the Motor City ever since I was a kid, to my USian friends utter dismay. I suppose they are far too desensitised from Detroit’s marvellous architecture, an unique blend of neo-Gothic and Flemish styles, to see through the myriad of challenges the town faces nowadays.
As of today, I’ve finished watching the Gilmore Girls. It hurt me more than anticipated. That last scene from Lorelai and Rory peacefully chatting, drinking what would be their final cup of joe together at Luke’s diner, early in the morning, as seen from the building’s window frame? It severed my cold-hearted cover, leaving me weeping and moaning with feelings. Can you believe it?
When I noticed The Mirror Has Two Faces had become available on a streaming platform, my watch list promptly got longer. It’s a nineties rom-com with brightly lit photography, the female protagonist is played by Barbra Streisand, who has made some great music. What’s not to like?
