Evolyne texted and asked if I wanted to go to "Wrist Cutters" tonight. I thought, "that seems a little depressing, but thanks anyway". Turns out I'm a sucker for hanging out, pretty much always, so later today I said I would meet her at the theater - I can't keep doing this though cause I can't afford to go to movies. They are seeming more and more decedent for my budget.
Wristcutters follows Patrick Fugit's (kid in "Almost Famous") character through his mellow dramatic suicide and his gray after life that follows.
The colors, the mood, the aesthetic it's gray and clean - sullen and beautiful. A lot of it was filmed in the desert - prob Las Vegas to Arizona to Utah. It reminded me of home and the slow almost undetectable pulse of the desert - especially while you're driving through it with the windows down and no one - no where - in sight.
The characters are relaxed and thoughtful. Unapologetically undone in a way that seems perfect for their setting and their plights.
Liked it, loved it. Cinematography would get you if the story line didn't (which it does).
