The Room Next Door is my kind of film .
Typically lush and heavy with its colours andwith a heavy orchestral score this quiet melodrama about euthanasia on the surface is more Almodòvar than Almodòvar .
I went to Chester Picturehouse to see it. With its plush seats and warm interiors, I sat my coffee down on my little armrest, and took,in the first arty meeting between old friends Tilda Swindon and Julianne Moore before falling fast asleep with , what I was presuming to be a snore that could out do the average warthog
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I knew nothing except Tilda was found dead in full battle makeup and Moore was being all soft spoken to the police.
The credits- the end.
I was mortified
Not for me but for the half dozen other patrons who would have had to coped with an hours plus of my night noises.
At the end of the credits. I apologised to a couple two seats behind, who gallantly waved me away with a smile
Perhaps it was the seats, perhaps I need that blood test to check just why I’m so tired, or perhaps my psychi just doesn’t want to deal with another story of preparation for death and a story of the dying
Who knows.?
Answers on a postcard please
A combination of all those things, I should think. And your psyche also telling you that you see enough pathways to death in real life without seeing it for entertainment, despite the presence of two of the best actresses in the business. The question is - do you go back and try again to see it, or allow it to roll by you?
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DeleteI saw the end x
Please get the blood test done, probably something simple to fix like anaemia. Take care.
ReplyDeleteIndeed and agreed x
DeleteAs liz said, all of the above. Add in age, schooling and working nights. Hmmmm. Can't imagine why you'd be tired sweetie.
ReplyDeleteTest on the cards
DeleteYes. i think we are in agreement. All of the above.
ReplyDeleteBlood sugar?
ReplyDeleteAll the above as suggested...I thought these long/night shifts were to end? "Burning the candle at both ends" comes to mind...it may give a "wondrous light" but it ain't worth it!!
ReplyDeleteYou do lead a very busy life, I'm the same age as you and like yourself am trying to pay off a mortgage as i'm also divorced, sad truth is we're not 30 anymore and it's sometimes hard to keep up the pace, i hope you soon feel better xx
ReplyDeleteJulie , denial is a funny thing
Deleteiron levels. vitamin B and D levels.
ReplyDeleteI’m treating myself for vit d deficiency
DeleteDitto with the "all of the above" sentiments. A warm, comfortable, darkened room would have me snoring too, and I don't work long shifts, have a Uni course to complete, animals to care for, etc, etc, etc. Please get your bloods checked, though, if you feel it's something more than just general tiredness. You know it makes sense! xx
ReplyDeleteAgree with your thoughts and the many comments above.
ReplyDeleteGet the blood work done and go from there.
Please take of yourself, look after your health. You need your strength with your busy life. [Maybe you don't snore?]
ReplyDeleteI blame the plush seats and warm interiors.
ReplyDeleteYou lead a very busy life, but if your instinct is telling you to get your bloods done I would strongly advise going with it. A couple of years ago that little voice in my head told me to get a truly tiny spot on my face checked out. I was told it was harmless. A year later I went back to my GP as it had grown and I wasn't convinced that it was nothing. An 'urgent' referral was made to dermatology. I finally got to see a consultant this morning (after an 11 month wait) and the much bigger spot was confirmed as cancerous. Sometimes you just have to listen to that little voice.
ReplyDeleteAs a cast iron plaque that belonged to my father says: "When I works, I works hard, when I thinks, I thinks hard, and when I sits, I falls asleep."
ReplyDeleteHugs!
I'm glad you have a test scheduled and will hopefully get your answers, John. Take care. xo
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