(originally posted at crw.vox.com)
(or, Missing NY on a hot, muggy kin-yoobi)
It's been a while since I've perused my old journal, but I had cause to today and came across this. I haven't been to NYC since I left it in 2003 and today I'm pining for one of those breezy autumn days in the city.
I've been feeling very conflicted about a lot of things lately, almost to the point of nihilism. Contributing to that in no small way has been my purchase of the Criterion Collection version of Mike Leigh's Naked. It had been a few years since I'd last seen it, but it really stuck with me. The liner notes had a couple of really good critical essays on the work. One by Amy Taudin shed some light on the inclusion of the Jeremy character - who until then I thought was extraneous. She sees him as a way to contrast Johnny's playful abuse with Jeremy's actual deviance. It makes sense, but doesn't make it any easier to watch.
If you dislike hostility, hatred, emotional and physical abuse, and characters with a penchant for mindfucking each other in long dialogues - skip this one.