Still reeling from my dad's heart attack. It would appear that I am having some type of aftershock from the whole experience, because I am not yet feeling settled in my skin. I haven't managed to re-establish a sleep pattern, so I am surviving on around four to five hours of broken sleep a night because my mind just won't rest, which is hardly conducive to healthy thoughts and feelings. Team that with my PMT, my re-attempt to quit smoking and the looming reality of Zoe leaving and I am about 90% on my way to a good dose of 'calm the fuck down tablets' and a long hard cuddle from a very tight jacket.
This is all fleeting of course, because I always get very frayed around the edges when I have been dealing with high pressure family situations, and it always comes to pass eventually. However, in the meantime, the poor people that I love the most in the world get the full brunt of my excellent 'go-to' coping strategies which mainly consists of anger, denial and blame, usually in that order. Later followed up by tears, guilt and apology, all of which come into play just a little too late. Yes, it is fair to say that I have been a bit of a bitch in the last few days, which I really do not cope with at all. I always feel so very weak when I take my frustrations out on other people, it is just so pathetic, and I have never in my life, not even once, felt good after I have done it.
At least I can recognise the patterns in my own shitty behaviour I suppose, which is always the start to the road to recovery. Now I seek to heal my weary mind, recover my calm by surrounding myself with good people, resting as much as I can and ultimately try to be gentle with myself for being such an epic fuck up that is way too easily rattled for my own good.
This is all fleeting of course, because I always get very frayed around the edges when I have been dealing with high pressure family situations, and it always comes to pass eventually. However, in the meantime, the poor people that I love the most in the world get the full brunt of my excellent 'go-to' coping strategies which mainly consists of anger, denial and blame, usually in that order. Later followed up by tears, guilt and apology, all of which come into play just a little too late. Yes, it is fair to say that I have been a bit of a bitch in the last few days, which I really do not cope with at all. I always feel so very weak when I take my frustrations out on other people, it is just so pathetic, and I have never in my life, not even once, felt good after I have done it.
At least I can recognise the patterns in my own shitty behaviour I suppose, which is always the start to the road to recovery. Now I seek to heal my weary mind, recover my calm by surrounding myself with good people, resting as much as I can and ultimately try to be gentle with myself for being such an epic fuck up that is way too easily rattled for my own good.
ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO'S NEST
Release Date: 1975
Rating: M
Running Time: 133 mins
Based on the 1962 novel of the same name by Ken Kessey, and directed by Milos Forman, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest was one of only three movies to take out all five major Academy Awards and is now considered to be one of the greatest movies that has ever been made. In short, if you haven't seen this film yet, you really need to.
Randle McMurphy (Jack Nicholson) is an anti-authoritarian criminal that has been transferred from a prison farm to a mental institution for evaluation, even though he shows he no real signs of mental illness. At the ward McMurphy meets Nurse Mildred Ratched (Louise Fletcher), a hard nosed and unyielding woman that keeps her ward in order through means of humiliation, mind-numbing routines and cruel medical treatments. A battle of wills ensues, that has a profound affect on everyone in the ward.
Jack Nicholson and Lousie Fletcher are brilliantly matched here, in fact the entire cast is faultless with their delivery. I must mention Will Sampson for his intriguing role of the Chief and Brad Dourif as Billy Bibbit, who also both left lasting impressions, but in all truth, this is Nicholson's film from start to end, and he plays his role with an energy and conviction that we have now come to expect from him. This is the quintessential anti-hero film, gripping and atmospheric with it's portrayal of the human spirit and unforgettable in every way.
FINAL SAY: Which one of you nuts has got any guts?
4.5 Chili Peppers
Release Date: 1975
Rating: M
Running Time: 133 mins
Based on the 1962 novel of the same name by Ken Kessey, and directed by Milos Forman, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest was one of only three movies to take out all five major Academy Awards and is now considered to be one of the greatest movies that has ever been made. In short, if you haven't seen this film yet, you really need to.
Randle McMurphy (Jack Nicholson) is an anti-authoritarian criminal that has been transferred from a prison farm to a mental institution for evaluation, even though he shows he no real signs of mental illness. At the ward McMurphy meets Nurse Mildred Ratched (Louise Fletcher), a hard nosed and unyielding woman that keeps her ward in order through means of humiliation, mind-numbing routines and cruel medical treatments. A battle of wills ensues, that has a profound affect on everyone in the ward.
Jack Nicholson and Lousie Fletcher are brilliantly matched here, in fact the entire cast is faultless with their delivery. I must mention Will Sampson for his intriguing role of the Chief and Brad Dourif as Billy Bibbit, who also both left lasting impressions, but in all truth, this is Nicholson's film from start to end, and he plays his role with an energy and conviction that we have now come to expect from him. This is the quintessential anti-hero film, gripping and atmospheric with it's portrayal of the human spirit and unforgettable in every way.
FINAL SAY: Which one of you nuts has got any guts?
4.5 Chili Peppers
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