_A few weeks ago, Brian told me about The Room. I had never heard of it, but he described it as a movie so terrible that it's amazing; a cult classic. How have I never heard of this? Not content to live in the dark, I sought it out. And as miraculous luck would have it, there was a midnight screening at the Coolidge Corner Theatre the weekend Brian would be visiting me in Boston. Which was this past weekend. It was obviously meant to be.

Right out the door, you see Tommy Wiseau listed three separate times in the opening credits. Not "Written, produced, and directed by Tommy Wiseau" but three separate title screens:
"Written by Tommy Wiseau"
"Produced by Tommy Wiseau"
"Directed by Tommy Wiseau"
Oh, and I almost forgot... brought to you by Wiseau Films... a new production company.

The viewing audience is then accosted with unnecessarily long sex scenes featuring Tommy Wiseau's vein-covered body, concentrating mostly on Tommy Wiseau's thrusting. What is it with this dude? And then, the awful dialogue and Tommy's completely deadpan delivery that later contributed to a lovely weekend of near-constant quotes by me and my boyfriend.

I LOVE THIS MOVIE SO MUCH.

Because of the sex scenes, it is not for the faint of heart. But holy crap, if you can get past those, it is so worth a viewing. I'm pretty sure Brian would disagree, but being opened up to the cinematic brilliance of Tommy Wiseau has changed me. For the better. Today's Sunday Sound: the Program Coordinator of the Coolidge Corner Theatre introduces the film, urging people to keep their audience participation reasonable. And to make up for this post being late, may I suggest the following:

- A soundboard featuring all the greatest lines. Make sure you listen to "Anything for my princess" (the very top link).
- The flower shop scene ("Hi doggy!")
- Tommy's true emotive moment: I fed up with this world!
- If you can take the time, over six minutes of the best Tommy quotes!

THE SUNDAY SOUND: February 12, The Brilliance of Tommy Wiseau.
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I should never skip another Sunday Sound post. Today's post is lacking something. I attribute this to my three weeks of absence. Since you last heard from me, I have not done anything creative outside of the work I get paid for, my spiritual responsibilities, and my relationship. While all are worthy ways to spend my time (and all creative work in their own right), the extended hiatus seems to make subsequent projects a bit weak. Lesson learned.

I have a complicated relationship with El Paso, my hometown. Does El Paso even count as my hometown? I lived there for ten of my twenty-seven years, so I'll say yes. At least for the purposes of this paragraph. The circumstances surrounding my move to El Paso were distressing, and my home upon arrival was less than ideal. After a few hard years, my mother made circumstances better and I started to flourish there. But there's a certain slowness to El Paso that never quite matched my natural metabolism. I describe El Paso like I describe my parents: I can talk trash all I want, but should anyone else talk trash... they're gonna get a beat-down. And thus the complication.

Today's Sunday Sound: some video of the mountains and light of El Paso, all captured from the backseat of my step-dad's Ford Focus. We were on our way to a casino in New Mexico, if that puts things in context for you. This mostly formulaic video is set to some sound doodling I did with Björk's Jóga, a song that has not left my brain since Friday.

THE SUNDAY SOUND: February 5, El Paso. Mountains. Light. Sound.
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