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Cloudy with passing bits of blue...
Mar. 29th, 2020 10:37 pmFinished watching Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist tonight. So I'm thinking the week without preview trailers - was probably because the shows were originally supposed to go on hiatus for various live events airing in March, including the NCAA Basketball Finals, which have since been cancelled. They are currently doing a concert via iHeart Radio on Fox - with various people performing in their homes to raise money for "Feed America" and Donating to Children's Relief Fund. I tried to watch, but the eerie photos of a deserted Mid-Town Manhattan were more than I could handle.
Zoey was a weird episode tonight, reminding me a touch more of Crazy-Ex. Zoey is upset about what is happening to her Dad, so she starts breaking out in song and dance numbers. Heart songs. Or whatever she's feeling at the moment and in her head she has dancers, and music, and people singing with her. When in reality it's just Zoey singing and dancing on her own. She has no control over it - and it doesn't stop until she faces the emotional problems and talks to people about them.
I cried during it. Somewhat cathartic actually. I can identify with the Dad bit.
Mine is depressed - because his body is breaking down, and well he was doing fine until COVID-19 stopped all activities and put them under a kind of lockdown.
It's surreal. I go outside, and with the exception of seeing face masks here and there, or gloves on the ground, you wouldn't know anything was happening. I don't see any sickness. And the spacing while there -- it's not overly noticeable. It reminds me a little of that Doctor Who episode? Silence in the Library, Forests of the Dead - where the threat is invisible. You can't see it. Lurking death.
I've read about pandemics, fictional and non-fictional, and watched movies about them, even kind of wrote about it, but what no one really talks about is the feeling of sitting alone with fear. The boredom, the uncertainty, the climbing sense of dread - - and the feeling that none of this is real. And maybe it's just something on the tv set. I can see why there are people out there who aren't taking it seriously and are somewhat blase. Visible threats are easy to fight. But disease isn't visible. It's not as tangible. It's microscopic. And you can't blame anyone or blast it away with a gun. In a way, I think the reason so many love zombie films - is the disease is visible, you can kill it. But here, no, that's not as easy as it sounds.
Zoey is a story about a young woman who has a migraine, gets an MRI, and during an earthquake, magically ends up with the ability to hear others feelings through song and dance numbers. It's an ability she can't control, that disrupts her life and throws things into chaos. This sense of no control. Her father has a mascular degenerative disease - I think ALS. And has limited time left to live. She can't do anything to solve it. No one can. There's no cure.
And I identified in a way. It also felt oddly comforting to have this expressed through various pop tunes such as Pressure by Billy Joel, Crazy, I don't know how to live without you...etc. If only the world were a fluffy rainbow colored musical. Sometimes it is. Lately its felt cloudy with passing bits of blue.
Zoey was a weird episode tonight, reminding me a touch more of Crazy-Ex. Zoey is upset about what is happening to her Dad, so she starts breaking out in song and dance numbers. Heart songs. Or whatever she's feeling at the moment and in her head she has dancers, and music, and people singing with her. When in reality it's just Zoey singing and dancing on her own. She has no control over it - and it doesn't stop until she faces the emotional problems and talks to people about them.
I cried during it. Somewhat cathartic actually. I can identify with the Dad bit.
Mine is depressed - because his body is breaking down, and well he was doing fine until COVID-19 stopped all activities and put them under a kind of lockdown.
It's surreal. I go outside, and with the exception of seeing face masks here and there, or gloves on the ground, you wouldn't know anything was happening. I don't see any sickness. And the spacing while there -- it's not overly noticeable. It reminds me a little of that Doctor Who episode? Silence in the Library, Forests of the Dead - where the threat is invisible. You can't see it. Lurking death.
I've read about pandemics, fictional and non-fictional, and watched movies about them, even kind of wrote about it, but what no one really talks about is the feeling of sitting alone with fear. The boredom, the uncertainty, the climbing sense of dread - - and the feeling that none of this is real. And maybe it's just something on the tv set. I can see why there are people out there who aren't taking it seriously and are somewhat blase. Visible threats are easy to fight. But disease isn't visible. It's not as tangible. It's microscopic. And you can't blame anyone or blast it away with a gun. In a way, I think the reason so many love zombie films - is the disease is visible, you can kill it. But here, no, that's not as easy as it sounds.
Zoey is a story about a young woman who has a migraine, gets an MRI, and during an earthquake, magically ends up with the ability to hear others feelings through song and dance numbers. It's an ability she can't control, that disrupts her life and throws things into chaos. This sense of no control. Her father has a mascular degenerative disease - I think ALS. And has limited time left to live. She can't do anything to solve it. No one can. There's no cure.
And I identified in a way. It also felt oddly comforting to have this expressed through various pop tunes such as Pressure by Billy Joel, Crazy, I don't know how to live without you...etc. If only the world were a fluffy rainbow colored musical. Sometimes it is. Lately its felt cloudy with passing bits of blue.