Don't let me explode
Engineered attention. Modern life has conditioned us to be a certain way. AN AMPED WAY. ALWAYS ANXIOUS. ALWAYS NERVOUS.
Watching Lady Terminator (1988, Indonesia — directed by H. Tjut Djalil, a gloriously unhinged cult horror action film and loose remake of The Terminator filtered through Indonesian folklore). The movie has an idyllic pace in the beginning. Meandering. Low importance things shown — like helping adjust a gas tank. Slow building of suspense (I'm early in the film). Not a rush. Not amplifying drama. TODAY'S WORLD AND CULTURE BECAME AMPLIFIED DRAMA/TENSION/DIVISION to the MAX. All big Hollywood films — NO SUBSTANCE JUST EMPTY DRAMA — conditioning a viewer to never be still, to never be quiet, to never meander or dream. Just BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM. NONSTOP. NONSTOP. CAN'T FIGHT THE NOISE. CAN'T FIGHT THE NOISE. WHY? Whatever happened to Citizen Kane. Why is America all like FAST AND THE FURIOUS. I DO NOT WANT TO GO FAST. I DO NOT WANT TO GO FURIOUS. BUT I MUST OR ELSE I WILL DROWN. I WILL FUCKING DROWN.