forgive me, the negative vibe, it's a side effect of my stupid brain, it has to take everything apart, everything. the last few months have been tricky, i been hermitically sealed in my own juices, mixing with strange individuals, outsider, it's my albert camus period, just flickering on a cave wall. 

i'm intrigued by the prometheus film so i take myself to see it again, this time a few things become clearer, the acting is excellent, the script great, but i also see the homage to the tradition, it's also in the soundtrack which hints at some other classic science fiction films, the film also pays homage to ridley scott's other film, alien exists embedded within this film but blade runner does as well, an android becoming conscious. 

the theme of who the creator is played out by the android, who wants meaning in his life other than the disappointing idea we created him because we could, the fact he is reminded repeatedly through the film by the humans he is only an android, not human and the fact humanity on a quest to find their creators find only the possibility that they are a biological weapon, and the creators want to destroy them, nihilistic to the maximum, very depressing but the heroine, plays her ace card at the end of the film, she has a choice to return to earth but refuses deciding to take herself and the animated head of the android to the creators world. 

i liked the idea that these aliens seeded the world with dna hoping to construct some kind of biological weapon, eventually they must have seeded the alien creature from the film alien, and they must have realised it was far to dangerous, like smallpox. so they return to destroy all the outpost planets they experimented with in case these aliens are created, but on earth we evolved from the black goo seed. it's a good film, only let down by the messy surgical scene and the flame thrower bits of action, i think the story should have been free from action like this, kept cerebral, but i'm sure focus groups in america probably needed a punch up and blood. australian audiences didn't understand the film at all, it was panned by critics for leaving to many questions but to be fair the captain answers all the questions, just listen to his lines.

anyways later i wander down to a bookshop at the rocks, it's called ariel, a name i love and inside i meet a french lady, she's really beautiful, i mean perfecto, so i'm flirting with her and talking about the film i saw last night, woody allens brilliant 'midnight in paris' which she likes. she also talks a lot about milan kundrea whom i confess is a magnificent writer. we do exchange a longing and knowing look but i'm somewhat shy and leave without even asking her what her name is.

it's a cold sydney night, windy and clear sky, like snow falls close the atmosphere has an edge, it cuts into you, but with the thought of a lovely french lady working in a bookshop, reading kundra i feel warm and relaxed, just like that guy in woody's film, romantic at heart. 

maybe i'll go back one day and ask her what her name is.