There Will Be Blood

Just watched the movie and I can’t seem to get my mind around it. It is the second or third time I have seen it, and each time, I am riveted by the love that the oil man has for his orphan son.

The ending, where they end up estranged, bothers me to no end.

It is possible that it has to do with the parable of the Prodigal Son/Loving Father. It goes so much against that parable. Strikes me to the core of what my faith in my Heavenly Father is. 

I drove two hours away to see the 48fps HFR version of The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey. I cannot, in good conscience, say this was a good choice. I found it much more distracting than cool.
I’d heard people say it made everything look like a daytime soap opera, and I can see why. This was, by far, the most cognitively dissonant experience of my adult life. It seemed like every five minutes, I would see something and my gut would tell me I was watching a low-budget made for TV production which miraculously still had the movie’s actual cast, much like the Star Wars Holiday Special. Then, I would look around, and the environment was beautiful, and everything was insanely detailed. Then I’d look at the people on the screen and think they just threw some costumes on people and this movie had a budget of $11 and then I’d realize one of them was riding a warg and it looked 100% amazingly realistic and just as cheap as everyone else. I do not understand how those conditions can simultaneously exist.

Lost (in Translation)

Bob: Hello?
Lydia: Bob?
Bob: Hi, Lydia.
Lydia: Is this a bad time?
Bob: No, it’s always a good time.
Lydia: Look, um, your burgundy carpet isn’t in stock. It’s gonna take weeks. Did you like any of the other colors?
Bob: Whatever you like. I-I’m completely lost.
Lydia: [ Sighs ] It’s just carpet.
Bob: That’s not what I’m talking about.
Lydia: What are you talking about?
Bob: [ Sighs ] I don’t know. I just want to get healthy. You know, I want to take better care of myself. I would like to start eating healthier. I don’t want all that pasta.
Lydia: What?
Bob: I would like to start eating, like, Japanese food.
Lydia: Well, why don’t you just stay there, and you can have it every day?
Bob: How are the kids doin’?
Lydia: They’re fine. They miss their father. But they’re getting used to you not being here. … Do I need to worry about you, Bob?
Bob: Only if you want to.
Lydia: Bob, I got things to do. I gotta go.
Bob: Okay.
Lydia: I’ll see you—I mean, I’ll talk to you later.
Bob: Okay.
Lydia: Okay, bye.
Bob: Bye.