A Scanner Darkly

Today, my friend and I went to see the film A Scanner Darkly, based on the novel by Philip K. Dick.

This was a different style of animation... It's not the usual type that I'm familiar with... It looks very real, but at the same time, a bit surreal. The story is about a society that's hooked on this drug called D, which are these pills that come from a small blue flower. In true Philip K. Dick fashion (as I've been told that he's hard to read), the film was also hard to follow at times. I cannot comment on whether or not the film was true to the book, since I have not read the book.

The reason why the story was so hard to follow was because there was a bit of backstabbing going on between characters, and also because the main character (Keanu Reeves) is having a battle himself: His left and right hemispheres of the brain are competing.

This film was not the best film in the world, but it was enjoyable. I wouldn't see it again, and I don't have the urge to buy it on DVD, but it was fun, for the hour and forty minutes that I was in the theatre. Also, there were no horror trailers, which was appreciated. (Sometimes, they put horror trailers in Science Fiction films, because the two crowds tend to mix - This happened when I went to see District 13 [Banlieue 13], most of the trailers were for horror filcks)

After the movie, I called up Roman, to see what he was up to. I did say that I was going to call him after the movie, and I did exactly just that. It was good timing, as he, Anthony and I had dinner. After Roman bought me a movie, I saw Bon Cop, Bad Cop again, and then I went home. The other two decided to go to a gay strip bar. I don't get it, why is it that people feel the need to go to a strip bar? There's nothing there, the people there are stripping to tease you, and then if they want to strip for you, it's because they want your money. I do not find such an establishment fun. In fact, I find it boring. It kind of makes me depressed, since I think about how I do not have a man in my life. But I guess different strokes for different folks.

If I accept a dance from someone, it would be from my partner, who would be dancing for me because he likes me, not because he likes my wallet.