It's nice. A little loose, because whatever those kids were selling is hitting halfway decent (he's still got the rest of that cocaine he picked up back in the city, but it's not that kind of a night). It'd be better if they drained somebody else who was high, but—
A refrain; not that kind of a night. Plus, memories. This gentle stir of memory is enough, without going any deeper.
"Because it's funny that the host's DVR had it," Daniel says. "Art curator movie, fucked up cartoon murders. And F is for Fake would have been way too on the nose, if they happened to have it."
A better film, but released in 1973, and relentlessly skewering the sale and collection of art? No. Velvet Buzzsaw is fucking stupid, and thus a much better choice. Any skewering is from the perspective of someone deep in this world; these are cartoon versions of people Louis has to have known, over the years. Maybe even ones he'd like to see get mauled by CGI monkeys.
Next to him on the bed, with enough space for Jesus between them, Daniel is comfortable. The smoke detector has been removed, and the window's open enough for just a bit of refreshing cold air. He is also wearing casual homey clothes, though with more layers, and socks. Not because of the weather, he's self-conscious, but that's all distant background noise. He's in a good, mellow mood.
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A refrain; not that kind of a night. Plus, memories. This gentle stir of memory is enough, without going any deeper.
"Because it's funny that the host's DVR had it," Daniel says. "Art curator movie, fucked up cartoon murders. And F is for Fake would have been way too on the nose, if they happened to have it."
A better film, but released in 1973, and relentlessly skewering the sale and collection of art? No. Velvet Buzzsaw is fucking stupid, and thus a much better choice. Any skewering is from the perspective of someone deep in this world; these are cartoon versions of people Louis has to have known, over the years. Maybe even ones he'd like to see get mauled by CGI monkeys.
Next to him on the bed, with enough space for Jesus between them, Daniel is comfortable. The smoke detector has been removed, and the window's open enough for just a bit of refreshing cold air. He is also wearing casual homey clothes, though with more layers, and socks. Not because of the weather, he's self-conscious, but that's all distant background noise. He's in a good, mellow mood.