Impossible.

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I started considering which movie to watch of several that are now in, or back in, my collection.  I thought about watching a Lynch film.  Mulholland Drive, a new one to me, and a Lynch.  I just wasn't sure I was up to it.  I decided to watch Lost Highway, to ease my way back into that type.  Donnie Darko was a pushover, for me.  Though, to be fair, it was aimed at high school ages, if the potentially brighter among them.  I am sure I have watched Lost Highway at least twice, if ten to fifteen years ago.

In it goes.  I remembered the first, say, fifteen minutes of it.  Then?  Nothing.  I remember just a few other things or scenes.  The road rage part.  I remember the bits with the "stranger" in it, or about half of them.  The highway scenes, along the dotted or not lines.  I remember the shack, but only as a picture, nothing that happened there.  Nothing else.  That is quite strange.  I remember movies I watched as a kid.  Whatever Happened to Baby Jane, which was more laughable to me because even as a child I understood the neurosis of the feminine.  If not so much how terrible it could be, still don't other than how it can play out badly.  I haven't seen Demon seed since it came out, but could probably remember most scenes in the movie.  Even a movie, such as Creator, would be fairly well remembered, even if watched as a child, not since.  Odd.  Oh, and Rammstein is in it.  That floored me.  Should have known that.

Anyway...  I am caught up on it.  While definitely not recommended for kids, they won't understand... might bruise their brains.  While it seems... mature, and has that content.  It's easy to see why some things are everything but what they appear.  If you know how to look, and look closely, you won't see sexy things, you will only see unmet hungers that grow to become monstrous, right through the seeming feeding of those needs and wants.  The wrong way.  It's like eating bleached white untreated flour products.  Or, heck, even vitaminized flour of the same sort.  Empty.  Leaves only a hunger that can't be fulfilled.  That's not all it is about, there is a lot in there, if one knows how to look and isn't afraid, or unable.  Still, I wonder if I will forget what I saw, again, before long.  It is possible.

Later... Or, actually, good night.