The highlight of my weekend was another trip to the movies to see "Memento" for a second time. Ever since I went two weeks ago, I've been trying to re-construct what happened. When I left the theater the first time, I actually thought I had a grip on it. But then the next day, I read a review at IMDB that gave me some new insight. Then I did some research on the web about memory and amnesia that added some more information.

My viewing was more focused this time since I was looking for specific facts. But I also wanted to note more carefully the story-telling technique. After the first viewing, I knew I'd seen a plot of incredible ingenuity told in a remarkable way. This time I left knowing that I'd been a participant in an experience of pure genius.

First, it was amazing to note all the verbal statements I'd missed. Or maybe it made more sense because of my own research. Short-term memory loss can be circumvented to some degree by conditioning and habituation. Hence Leonard's attempt to document what happens with notes, photos and tattoos.

One of the side benefits of "Memento" are the shots of Guy Pearce's semi-nude body. The natural muscularity from "Priscilla" is still evident. Not that bulky look that so many guys seem to prefer. (I always think such a look is attempted compensation for a little pee pee.) There is a brief rear nude scene. Followed by one in which he covers himself with a towel. (These efforts to prevent non-frontal nudity are so artificial and obvious.)

Again and again, I bemoan the fact that our fucking culture offers few gay role models for adults. But it is even worse in providing insight for a gay kid. Although, I knew I was "different" at an early age, I had no idea what that meant. Or what to do about it. And it's obvious that not a lot has changed. And what efforts are underway move way too slowly.

Enough soapbox talk. The time for "Further Tales of the City" rapidly approaches.

PAX!