I'll begin this new season with my favorite poem, which speaks of fullness and loss, the emphemerality of Autumn, the turn from plentitude to what remains.

To Autumn by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats / John Keats / John / Please put your scarf on.

GOAT album cover. Seriously.

Can I embrace the ephedrine instead?

I really enjoyed Hostiles, I'm not a big Bale fan but he was superb, definatly one of his best performances.

Brimstone https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1895315/
Suspensful tale of retribution set during the end of the 19th century.
Great performances from Dakota Fanning as a mute woman who is chased across the American west by Guy Pearce, her religous fanatic father who twisted his beliefs to give him an excuse to torment and abuse her.

First look at Joaquin Phoenix in Joker makeup. I am getting more and more intrigued.

why do people care so much about these superhero iterations?

I think they're good light entertainment . I can't understand what people see in the endless sameness of car chase / fighting spy / rampaging dinosaur films. At least the superhero movies have some semblance of a plot and memorable characters.

Great, now I'm in the mood to re-re-rewatch Beyond The Black Rainbow.

It looks like a return to form with a classic Joker look, but I'm not hyped about seeing Joker unless Batman is in the mix.

And in the end it comes around
Comes around again

whenever I have a cocktail party, I just play it in the background.

I like that it comes around again.

Hey Derek. Thanks John.

Come together, right now, over me.

ok it's Eliot

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The Marvel popcorn blockbusters usually don't do it for me, but a character study of the Joker with Joaquin Phoenix? Very much in for that.

Agree that it might be a bit weird if we get a 2 hour film with no Batman though.

Showed my GF Mandy last night, and it was even more fantastic seeing it the 2nd time. And it was funny, because my GF is one of those people who has a running commentary going through scary movies:

"OMG he has to die...tell me he gets it later!"
"This is like every nightmare I have."
"What are those things? I don't like this."

And so on...

I know what you mean about the running commentary.

"Why is he doing that?"

"Uh, it a mystery movie. You're not supposed to know yet."

lol I mean she's the head of the creative writing graduate program and usually guesses story points before I even know what's going on, but if I've previously seen something we're watching, she always asks me questions, non-stop.

"Is Mandy going to die? Just tell me. Are they going to skin her? Does it get rapey?"

My favorite was, after this extremely bizarre and unique, nightmarish movie, she leans back and says, "That's pretty much my internal life."

No offence Dom but your girlfriend is the kind of person I am wishing in my head would burst into flames in a theatre. Talking in a movie should be punishable by death.

lol it wasn't in a theater, it was at home. You think I'd date someone who would talk in a movie theater?

Dom, I realize she does have a firm grasp of how narratives unfold, but something just happens to us watching movies. I remember fondly my wife in tears at the end of The Crying Game because she felt bad for Dil. She possessed a kind of empathy that few of us do. And films, for some reason, can tap into our inner lives, perhaps more so than any other art form. I'm not convinced other art forms don't, but I never have the same sorts of visceral reactions to other arts the way I do with movies.