FFWD Week-End

It was almost like watching bad porn.

My week-end started on Saturday, at 2 PM, when I got out of the office and out in the open, where the sun was waiting for me.  There was a protest going on on the corner of Sherbrooke & St-Laurent, which considerably slowed my bus down.  I don't know what it was about but people part of it wore these scary masks & riot clothes.  Then I got to 514 Connexions to pick up Miss Bijoux and while walking home, we saw another protest, this time staged.  A movie was being shot at the school set on Parc Lafontaine's land, and people were holding signs that said "A bas les riches".  Montreal's SWAT team was there and it was kinda unreal.

We got home & went for the grocery store.  To do "les grosseries".  I slept a little and got up at 8, completely lost.  We ate and people started pouring at our place, ready to party.  Vodka was in the air.  I got drunk real fast.

We left for the SAT around midnight.  It was hot outside, and we didn't bring coats.  We were going to NYC INVASION, a Neon event showcasing some of the talents currently throwing parties in NYC.  Well let me tell you something : I'm glad to live in Montreal !  These guys were nice but not so shiny, and they played mostly old stuff from last year.  They were "so last year", in a way.  So we were drunk, and I kept drinking once there : double gin tonics (not recommended) and other non identified stuff I got from friend's glasses.



Around 3 AM I was completely exhausted, and ready to go.  I couldn't even walk home so we took a cab after magically stumbling upon Hugotron, who was walking towards the SAT, on Ste-Catherine, to pick up Rocker and take him to see Maus at Aria.  I crawled into my bed as soon as we got home.

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Sunday, I woke up repeatedly with a very dry throat, and a headache so powerful it felt as if somebody had put nails in my brain.  I had bad dreams all night, and could safely pinpoint my heavy drinking if I ever decide to look for an explanation.

I was in Belgium for a trip with Miss Bijoux, and was photographing buildings and watching people bathe in strange lakes in the middle of cities.  My girlfriend was pregnant and when she was about to give birth, she decided at the last moment that she didn't want me in the operating room.  She came home after a few days but systematically denied me the right to see our baby.  After a while, she finally told me that our baby died.  What a strange and unpleasant dream.

I also dreamt, later on, that we had a small black dog with white stripes and that when he ran away in the woods, we sometimes mistook him for a skunk while searching to get him back.

We were still going to go to Piknic, of course, but I had to adapt to my new reality.  After a decent meal, I was back on my feet and ready to rock, sorta.  Mr. Bérêt came to "pick us up" with his bike, and we rolled down Papineau & up the Jacques-Cartier bridge.  Piknic was already pretty crowded when we got there and it didn't changed much until we left.  Mateo Murphy played an interesting set, but hearing a pitched down version of Royksopp's "What Else is There" remixed by Trentemoller has now become routine.



The sun was pretty hot, and the boys & girls too, but I was so fatigued that we left around 7.  We still had a bridge to cross and a steep hill to battle with, and many unseen SIX FEET UNDER episodes waiting for us at home, along with ice cream.

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I also watched Ricardo Trogi's HORLOGE BIOLOGIQUE, a movie I was told would be more bearable than his first effort QUÉBEC-MONTREAL, a romp I could not stomach.

Well, I'm sad to report it, but I don't think much of its follow-up either.



From the opening with cavemen & CGI, to the songs used throughout the movie, to the "acting" and themes, I have to say that this is the type of flick that does not touch me on any level.  I don't consider myself an "average french speaking male from Québec" even though I mainly speak french, and the relationships, indecisions & dialogue featured in there are not part of my universe.  It would perhaps be interesting from an anthropological point of view, if only it was well shot.

I don't know how Trogi can get the financing for his movies, because his scripts sure are not stellar.  It may be that popular fervor for "average joes tragi-comic tales" that has seen a drastic rise in the last few years (LA GRANDE SÉDUCTION or LES BOYS 1-4, anyone ?) or the end of good local moviemaking as we once knew it - Rodrigue Jean, where are you ? - but I'm getting more and more worried about the future of our beloved medium in the Belle Province.