Dreamt last night that I went to see We Need To Talk About Kevin—which in waking reality has yet to be released outside of brief qualifying runs in NY & LA—and it was being projected onto a floor; to watch it, you had to sit on a small stool that rotated 360 degrees for some reason, and keep your neck craned down to gaze at the projection beneath your feet. Actually, I don’t think I “went to see it.” The situation was more like I was in some kind of large test group, and some of us were selected to do the rotating-stool Kevin thing, while others did something else. I was in the Kevin subgroup, but my stool didn’t work, or something, because I didn’t end up seeing the movie—or maybe I saw the image, but there was no audio, or something. Apparently I have dreams about the anxieties of modern film exhibition and distribution, now.
