Day 14

I was going to drive to the bum park and snap some daylight pictures, and conclude my faux missing person investigation. But it was just too hot. 91°. I decided it would be better to spend the afternoon and early evening in an air-conditioned movie theater. The choice of films reflected the astounding decline in the American film industry. A Superman movie, a Fantastic 4 movie, a car racing movie, a dinosaur movie. I picked the I Know What You Did Last Summer remake, which is so bad I am typing part of what will be today’s entry from inside the theater. I am about twenty-five minutes into the movie, and it is an incredible and artless bore. Earlier, I was at the concession counter. Three *people* standing behind the counter did not notice me until, several moments later, I alerted them. A fat white girl was struggling mightily to open a box of straws. A young white male was doing some unknown thing to the popcorn machine. A black male was staring at his phone. “Does anybody who works here work here?” I axed. The fat girl gave up on the box of straws and provided me some minimal customer service. I have now returned home and no longer have any desire to say anything else about Day 14. I did no harm other than to myself.

Intensity: Nothing.

Frequency: All zeroes.

Factors: When I was a teenager, the 1970s, American film was truly first-rate.  Now it is shit.