Something is dying inside me, again and again, without good reason.
Few days ago i've watched two films. First one was Mother Night with Nick Nolte. I've felt creepy from those night. I can't stop thinking and can't talk about that movie. So many questions. I must read book by Vonnegut, maybe it will gave me more answers.
Second was Henry Fool. I've watched it with mouth open. Few years ago i hated that kind of films, naturalism didn't speak to me, but now, after reading Nana by Émile Zola, i've started to appreciate those style.
Henry Fool is a hard cinema, story isn't nothing new, but some scenes moved those parts of my mind that i