Insert From My Journal

 “Insert From My Journal” 

Those days where you can’t escape the voice of the undeserving; it’s breathing down your neck. I can’t say “Fuck you,” “Fuck off”. Rotating and flowing down my arm while I’m trying to read, trying to write. “Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you….” 

Schwartzman

 Schwartzman 

In times of need, don't feel any hesitation to watch a genre-defying comedy about an obsessive, passionate, too-bright too-passionate nerd who isn't confined within a passing or failing grade. I love Max Fischer, I often feel like him, stupidly in love with hobbies and human-nature with little care for a career fostered beneath it. Jason Schwartzman, (probably) my all-time favourite actor, delivers a performance of a perfectly stormy amalgam of teenage insecurity, desire, melancholy and disappointment. It leaves me to wonder if Max Fischer is a self portrait? (RUSHMORE).

As seen again, deep in desperation, Schwartzman is found solemnly playing “Where Do You Go To My Lovely” on his iPod, awaiting his casual companions’ arrival. Sometimes, all a boy needs is some flowers. Some Affection. (HOTEL CHEVALIER).

Thank you, Wes, thank you, Owen. You have mastered the depiction of conflicting teenage boyhood in cinema stunningly.