dawn

what a hard-core movie. Unbelievable performances.

I think it’s the soundtrack, I think that’s part of what makes it so weird. Dissonant notes,un-nerving time signatures, if you ever rewatch that flick, pay attention to the soundtrack. Jesus, nails on a chalkboard.

The story itself, so much to unpack. The old way versus the,… Men coming for oil, the old ways clinging to faith.Everyone aligned to self… Some of those scenes are tough for me to watch ,Paul Dano yelling his sermon, a fever dream of fairytales… I fast-forward those parts…

you really don’t want to be on either side. The only real mother-fucker is the deaf son, because it was all out of his control. So you’re rooting for the bystander … I see and hate the side of the oil-man,,,expansion at all cost,,and I see and hate the side of the preacher… trick people.

How do you root for people??? that’s a real question. How do you look at the past and still believe in people??? If you get past the past, how do you walk around out there and believe that we’re worth rooting for?

That’s a tough one,, it takes some silence and thought, for me at least. I wish it were simple enough to jot down.

There’s a man in my blood from that time,on my mother’s side. My Grandmother wrote a letter,to be read after she passed,, the people we thought of as her family, they were not. Her father raped her mother, and she was raised by some kind townsperson. Apparently this man was eventually hanged, a lifelong criminal , murder,rape,robbery.. we never even knew…

we just knew her offspring were crazy,my uncles,aunts,,,, We knew nothing about this bad seed that interjected into a bloodline..