Covid-19 Diary, part 22: I’ve outlived Kierkegaard.
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I’m 43. I’ve outlived Kierkegaard. It’s an accomplishment.
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I finished The Art of Self-Defense. It’s a quirky little movie about the allure of violence. A quiet little nerd is savagely beaten one night; he starts taking self-defense classes at a dojo where the leader is unscrupulous and deranged. Violence remakes him. He goes from being innocent and weak to knowing and dangerous. The tone is bizarre, unsettling; it’s twee, but saturated with darkness. If Wes Anderson edited a David Fincher movie.