it was always good to hear you say.

i read albee's the american dream last night. and g'ah. reminded me of all of those 1950s (and early 1960s) movies, the ones you don't expect to be--...--you know, the ones that reek of freud. you've got finely dressed ladies intermingling in the plot with, um, cannibalism or incest or lobotomies and torture. such garish pseudo psychology...

(suddenly last summer, ahem. or tons of cinematic "readings" of shirley jackson... but, i'll admit i find something worthwhile in watching, say, touch of evil. so it's not all bad.)

i think the twilight zone is often Way Too Cheesy, but i dug that in "miniature" the writers totally lambasted 1950s popular psychology. yes.

and commonly there's always hitchcock, and all of that sex-and-ropes mess. i prefer...some other era, i'm sure.

(by the way, wanting to vomit after reading albee doesn't mean i discredit him or the play yet. it's obviously his point, i'm just figuring out what i think of that intention and its uses or misuses.)

(where's o'neill and miller? here we go though...i prefer ionesco, and i know i'm mixing up apples with oranges, but yeah. and on top of all of that, i don't even find myself madly falling for absurdist drama As-A-Whole. and i'm still confused about williams i admit.)

(i'm nearly always confused. but when i'm not--watch out!)