I recently watched My Own Private Idaho (Gus Van Sant, 1991) for the first time in 35 years. I remembered only the last few minutes of the movie. I remember seeing the film with two friends in a theater in Indianapolis, but I must be misremembering other parts of that day, because the scenario in my memory could only have played out in 1990 but the movie wasn’t released until 1991. These things happen to memories sometimes.

Recently watched: Zydeco (Spitzer, 1994), Drugstore Cowboy (Van Sant, 1989), Carlos (Assayas, 2010). Also watched Dazed and Confused (Linklater, 1993), which I had somehow never seen before.

Currently reading: Austerlitz (Sebald, 2001), which is hitting me much like his novel The Emigrants did. It is hard to believe what people are capable of doing to each other. Hard to believe that it happened at such a large scale in Europe only 80 years ago. Hard to believe that it is still happening in places around the world. Even harder to believe that roughly half of the people in recent US elections voted to bring it to America.