i'm stuck in a vortex. i'm stuck in a vortex. i'm stuck in a vortex.

sudden mannhattan is one of those films that basically feels like something of my essence has been extracted, cultured in someone else's variables, and displayed up on a screen. the first time i watched it was this overwhelming through-the-looking-glass sense: how does this woman know how my brain works?

adrienne shelly's death is just never going to stop making me sad.