July 10, 2001
Murder in Anthony's house/French cinema
I was investigating a murder at Anthony's house (was Anthony the murderer? I know not.) which happened to be five stories, but four complete floors were "the basement." I found a blood-stained rag near the stairs between the fourth and final floors: perhaps Kafka had been coughing there recently. Who knows?
Tonight's dreams should be even more interesting. I'm in a movie phase, and I've watched Shock Corridor and Don't Torture a Ducking tonight. I'll either finish up strong by falling asleep during the Norwegian Insomnia (which I'm tempted to watch and fall asleep during for obvious reasons), Brother from Another Planet, or Cocteau's Beauty and the Beast. In other sleeping news, I stayed awake through another French movie, making a grand total of about four French films that I have never even gotten drowsy through: Cleo from 5 to 7, Jules and Jim, L'age d' or, and, after a few tries, The 400 Blows. I'm not counting the Dadaist shorts of Bunuel, Dali, and company: that hardly seems like an accomplishment. I'm not counting Microcosmos either since there's no dialogue. I fell asleep at least three times through Last Year at Marienbad: it's a gorgeous film, but so droll otherwise.