Then I watched Vera Drake…

and I’m feeling a wee bit numb.

My binge-viewing is temporary. I go into this state when I’m not working so I can see the pros at work at a craft I aspire to be part of.

Whenever I’m going through a ‘transition’ or shift in my life I find movie/film watching is my weapon of distraction. I positively binge to fill my head with other stuff and junk rather than dwell in my own mental soup.

There’s a bit of comfort in hunkering down on the couch and having a theatre experience alone in your own basement, although admittedly it’s downright…decadent.

Today I watched the movie in the header (David). I was moved by the experience of being absorbed into a working class British experience, but this is one heavy movie- I’m glad I work out. There is much heaving and gnashing in this unflinchingly bare look at post war recovery and life in London. Brrrrrr, this one left me cold on so many levels, yet the experience managed to penetrate a few levels I had cordoned off from close inspection. So Brrrr.

Yah that tilting shifting universe thingy is happening- the husband -flat out busy. Me? Binging on movies/films. Look at the hair on my arm it’s standing up! Look Goose bumps! Scary.