The first sentence of this review (the synopsis part) was written not-on-Ambien, which I guess is fairly obvious, but maybe worth mentioning. Also, I wrote this the same night as Shutter Island, and these are the “innermost thoughts” I refer to in that review.
Labyrinth – 1986, 35mm
A bratty Jennifer Connelly throws a fit when she has to babysit her crying little brother, and she wishes for him to be taken away, so some goblins do just that, and then she realizes this is a mistake, but David Bowie tells her the only way to get her brother back is to find her way through his labyrinth to the castle.
One of the things I’ve always been interested in is pop music. Well, that should be obvious, don’t you think? I mean, really — it’s probably less an interest than an obsession. But that’s all right, too. However, one of the other things I’ve been interested in is the use of language and social constructs, like how society views gender and all that kind of happy stuff. The cultural aspects of that kind of thing. And, well, since I’m an American Pop Music Consumer, when I’m talking or thinking about “culture”, I’m typically thinking of what Fancy-Pants Guys The World Over term “low” culture. Which us non-Fancy-Pants Guys The World Over call “pop culture” or “awesome stuff like movies or records and, like, stuff”.