Last night around 1:30am I finished my 5th straight time through Noir.
I've been a bit sluggish all day. I'm halfheartedly getting some cleaning done around the house since I'm having friends up here to the lake for a bit of BBQ on Sunday. I'm a bit tired, but I had no luck taking a nap.
I'm almost ready to begin an episode-by-episode analysis of the series -- a deconstruction just like I used to do back in my film-school days. I'm not sure if doing that will actually help alleviate my obsession with the show, or exacerbate it. At any rate, it will kick off what I originally intended with this site: analyzing all of the movies in my library. After being in the creativity-stifling corporate world for so long, I need to rediscover the reasons why I went to film school in the first place. I've been thinking about that more over these past 3 weeks than I have in the past 8 years.
Has a "girls-with-guns" cartoon prematurely triggered a mid-life crisis? I think when I get to be 72 I won't find that notion all that amusing. :)