Replay until dead.

   
Current mood:  contemplative
Category: Life
Just watched the Wrestler, a great film with Mickey Rourke as a broken down wrestler competing against his failing body for one more shot in front of the crowd. Then turned on the Rock and Roll hall of fame's 25th anniversary concert, populated with ageing rockers, competing against failing voices and bodies, for one more shot at the crowd. Lou Reed singing with Metallica was particularly poignant, as a befuddled Lou watched Sweet Jane being dismantled before his ravaged ex-junkie eyes. Then Ray Davies was trotted out, to sing you really got me, or teach geography, it was difficult to tell. Beautiful, in a fighting against the dying of the light kind of way.
Set against the dying of the light I'm now watching Kingdom of the Spiders, a 1977 classic bit of scifi tack, with a very youthful william Shatner, as a scientist trying survive a killer spider attack.
"Are you crazy lady? This is our home, no damn spiders are gonna run us out."
The crappy seventies scifi film verbal version of anyone being beamed down from the enterprise wearing red. Doomed.