What the World Needs Now
This is the first post I'm doing on a blog I'm calling Incredibly Stupid Bliss , and there's really no better way to get started than by blissing out on Paul Thomas Anderson's Licorice Pizza , a movie so stupidly wonderful and brilliantly executed that as I watched it I kept welling up with tears. I do that a lot with movies and books and paintings and songs (that's why I've created this blog so I can go on and on about all that stuff), so my reaction is not really that revealing. But somehow this time the tears felt so joyful and earned I just kept turning around to Bill in the theater and whispering, "Jesus Christ. This is a movie." It is. A movie. Not a film, not a motion picture, not a spectacle, not a dramedy, or even an auteur turn (like a lot of PTA's portfolio). It simply is just a good movie, and in a world where meaning and absurdity and truth and facts and bull-shit and showing off all get tossed together daily in an ongoing conv...