I SAW A FILM just now called Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Jim Carrey meets an American Kate Winslett who far too pushily ensconces herself into his life ~ I'm thinking aren't alarm bells supposed to be ringing? For him they are not. Then all too drastically she rips herself away. Rips him off. Rips him apart.
He goes to a Memory Erasure Clinic ~ and here all goes blinko. Like a k-dream the insanity of real people and a fantasy of memory become twined in a psychotic-like paranoia. He's unconscious in bed, at home, undergoing "treatment". At the same time, one "therapist" is leaving, with Carrey's memories of Winslett's Clementine character in a box ~ photos, journal entries, all those things. To bring them round and use them to give her gifts ungiven; and spin lines she's already heard. Creepo!
Strange how one film, not a joint, nor a line of ketamine, nor too many pipes on crack (things I've given up) ~ just a crazy movie ~ can slice in, flip out so I'm questioning whether I'm losing it again.
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