January 2, 2004
It’s a little disconcerting when you catch yourself midsentence and realize you’ve been talking to yourself for hours. In a Scottish accent.
But I’ve been watching Lynne Ramsay’s Morvern Callar today (a truly great film from my current absolute favorite filmmaker) so I like to think that makes the running Scottish-accented self-dialogue slightly less disturbing. It’s a flight of fancy, an imaginative homage, not a psychotic break. Yes, that’s right.
You need to see this movie, though, along with everything Lynne Ramsay has made. She has a great talent for making dirt beautiful, yet still dirt. Not romanticized, not bullshit magic realism. Dirt.